Reality[i guess its not really a poem, more of thoughts]

Why am i so critical?

You know the definition
You know my meaning
Does it make me feel better?

No.

Judgemental about every little thing
Every..imperfection

Black hole, mind flaws
So critical

tell me, my friend
friends
once friends
enamies
who am i?.... and who are you?

Did you once attach youself to my criticisms,
Making flaws and imperfections of yours healed?

No

No.

Though your eyes glassed over with laughter,
You know, you\'ve always known.

so critical..

And yet, still companions we stay,
you know my reasons, my flaws
the little imperfections
the rude and cruel parts of ones self
my self.
ourselves..

Just stop
stop me
I cant
I have no power

a cry for help shatters glass
but is never heard,
not once.

For no one knows anythings wrong

I am so weak..or maybe.. just....human?
but corrupt

So just stop me
I cannot do the better right
Only wrong

Ill run from you
And youll know when.
Excuses
Believe none
There lies
Always lies

You see the impefection
And you always have.
But there it stays ..
..lost..

And you deny even a hint of it
No.. not her...Never.

Wrong

Why am I so critical?
So rude
So mean..
....so hateful..

Does it make me feel better?

.....Yes..