You Are You

Whenever it rains you get stuck inside

And a secret comes as your brain confides

A nasty little word that eats away at your mind

And what\'s worse is that there\'s nowhere to hide


So you drop a line or two in your little black book

But another nasty secret when you come back to look

Burrows down as you pull your hair and bite your nails

And all is has to do is tell you how much you\'ve failed


But here\'s the thing: everybody\'s a critic

And it\'s the easiest job to be a nasty cynic

Try not to be so hard on yourself and do the best you can do

You\'re a pretty little poet and you\'re good enough being you