I Am My Own Worst Critic

A foray into poetry with defined form.

I am my own worst critic in the end

Though others judge and value me each day

I keep the record and withhold commend

 

Each time, in me, I find a hole to mend

Holes all but me would miss along the way

I am my own worst critic in the end

 

From atop the scale perfections condescend

As lacking I am found upon the weigh

I keep the record and withhold commend

 

Assessments by others to better tend

But my judgment from its course will not sway

I am my own worst critic in the end

 

Disbelief in me others can suspend

While their goodness I know I will betray

I keep the record and withhold commend

Cast from the wheel, this faulty bit of clay

Proved it is worth for nothing but decay

I keep the record and withhold commend

I am my own worst critic in the end

Reviews

[Master K-tops]

Wow! This is freaking perfect! You are really talented and I must commend you. Please kindly check my writing too and review them. Thanks.

[Sky]

Thank you for the kind words.