Poetry

Inner Critic (#1029)

My inner critic says I don’t have the stuff,
My inner critic says I’m not good enough,
My inner critic says my writing stinks,
Why am I listening to what he thinks?

My inner critic says my characters are cliché and flat,
My inner critic says my prose is as exciting as swatting a gnat,
My inner critic says my grammar and spelling could scare,
Why of his opinion do I care?

My inner critic says I don’t write publication worthy prose,
My inner critic says my prose just plain blows,
My inner critic says my prose turns him pale,
Why does my inner critic want me to fail?

My inner critic says my work is stench-ridden crap,
My inner critic says my writing dreams I should scrap,
My inner critic just doesn’t appear to like my work,
Why is my inner critic such a fucking jerk?

It’s hard not to listen to his persuasive voice,
Sometimes I feel like I don’t have a choice,
He likes to whine, bitch, stomp, and shout,
But I try my best to tune him out.

Any Thoughts?

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