Critic

Hi everyone! I hope you’re all well. I’m sharing another poem with you today. I hope you enjoy it!

Why do you not like me?
Why are you always mean?
Why do you nitpick and criticise?
Why’s it always this routine?

Why do you say such awful things?
Why can’t you let me be?
Why can’t you let me sleep at night?
Why do you nag at me?

Why do not you let me heal?
Why can’t I breathe without your blame?
Why do you plague my quiet times?
Why do you fill me with your shame?

Why can’t you see I’ve had enough?
Why can’t you see I’m tired and sore?
Why do I keep on listening
When I don’t want to anymore?

‘Cause now I see you’re not the truth,
You’re just echoes from the past.
A shadow dressed in hurtful hate
That was never meant to last.

So now, I try to block you out,
And it’s hard, but I still try—
I’ve stopped asking you questions,
Because it doesn’t matter “why”.

And you might still whisper now and then,
But you won’t come to the fore;
I know I’m not the things you say,
I’m really so much more!

Thank you, as always, for stopping by to read my words.

Until next time,

George

GEORGE L THOMAS