WHY ARE YOU HERE
and post notes and photos about your poem like Judy Ball.
There is a point at which "constructive criticism" becomes Destructive.
Everything is my fault,
No matter what it is.
The T.V.'s broke, we're out of Coke,
The car is on the fritz.
You don't like the way I dress,
The way I wear my hair.
If there is so much wrong with me,
Why should you even care.
What goes on inside my head,
You haven't got a clue;
But you criticize my every thought,
As though you really knew.
You put me down, you call me names,
You gripe, you cuss, you swear;
But if I point out your mistakes,
Oh No! How could I dare!
If I don't express myself,
Exactly as you would,
You correct me instantly,
And you get me good.
There's nothing I can do that's right.
I don't know why you stay.
The day that I met you, My Love,
Was my lucky day.
Instruct, admonish and correct,
All that I say and do.
Without you I'd think all was well.
I'm lucky I've got you.
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2018