My Worst Critic

Alas, you do not know me at all. You think you do, and shame on you for it. We've been by this time and again, you and I. Will you ever cease? Of all those who run me down.. You, oh it is you who have done it best. My hope you know.. And I know you know, is that you'll see you for you. You've partaken my hospitality, the bread of my table you supped and were it not for such civilities I'd have shed you years ago. You who have slept below my roof, shared my homes warmth, enjoyed the pleasure of my time. You of all who repay kindness with harsh criticism. You interject when friends compliment me, you discredit all their words. And as a thief, you would rob me of simple joys and dignity. You patronize me and whisper seeds of discord within my thoughts. You've been lurking all the while, in my discomfort you take pride. I'm done with you, You have nothing left I wish to hear. In fact, I'm quite done talking back at you.... within this bathroom mirror.