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Critiqued
Me...flawed private facade
Unmasked public despair
Looked upon and onto buildings
Filling open space
Galaxy crossing,nation wide
Devils in disguise spat in the
face
*spits*
Of the one who makes you
Remorseful and unremarked
Deeply undermined
Gradually tormented
But yet successful
So I ask
"Who are you to critique and
lessen the quality of my work?"
I,but a profound pebble tossed
into a lake of surcease
My own art in which I lay
myself
I laugh in your face
Ha!
Not to be taken down from the
podium
Standing here ready for your
words
You...flawless public facade
Masking private despair
Looked upon yet onto nothing
Filling only your own
Critics become the critiqued
Copyright ©
Anna J Carroll
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