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
- Author: Noah Malice ( Offline)
- Published: June 8th, 2018 14:43
- Category: Friendship
- Views: 39
- Users favorite of this poem: Writings From The Unknown13, prettylittlepoet
Comments5
I love this poem so much, you’re such a great writer!
Thanks for the inspiration and the tremendous compliment. :^)
You’re very welcome 🙂
Hey i really like this and its made me smile and chuckle.
There's so much i can relate to in this piece. Brilliant.
Going into my favourites.
Thanks, have a nice day!
What nice thoughts so well written!
Thank you. :^D
literally all your poems are so good x
Thank you very much, I try my best. :^P
I really like this. Well done
Thank you.
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