I complain about everything
When it’s actually just me
Wrong things that I’m doing
But I never want to agree
Beneath the surface
Under my skin
I want justice
But I get chagrin
Because when I want right
I’m the one to blame
I try to be polite
But I end up with shame
I never meant to misconceive
It’s true, and it’s ugly
Something I don’t want to believe
That the faults lie within me
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Comments3
Nice poem, think it can apply to most of us
Thank you
Your very welcome
If we were to judge ourselves we wouldn't be judged.
Great write
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