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Poem is about how you can become your own worst enemy to a work in progress. |
| INNER CRITIC My head bursts with Excitement, vigor And a zest for life Take my dreams My self worth In your hand Crumple them like paper Toss away the self within me Inspiration wilts Use me for your own image Make your soul feel valuable Your polluted heart flows Into vats of toxicity Life is too guilty for you Thrash in its fire Until you kill me I become you |