The Critic

 Drowning in a sea of lies 
 Can’t stop the rain 
 Pouring from my eyes.
 Screaming my heart out
 Up towards the skies.

 Knees buckle
 Legs shake
 At the sign of trouble.
 Internal peace I seek to make
 A deal 
 With my inner critic
 Who jumps on me
 At every turn or thought.

 I don’t hide
 I can’t run
 He will find me
 Even if I tried

 He calls me a failure
 Worthless and broken.
 I know he tries 
 To invade my mind
 With nothing but lies. 

Published by Beipher

I have been writing poetry since a teenager but did not have the courage to really show it off. It wasn't until I had some tools as I battled depression and mental illness. They are still a part of me, which you will see for yourself. My writing is dark and raw.

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