The toughest critic

Haters, haters, haters, haters.I don’t even have em, that’s what’s crazy.
Yet and still, home is where the hate is.

Ready to share my thoughts and ideas
Then I hear the critic asking
"Who you think you is?"

Can’t even form a freaking sentence
Without him applying the negative pressure.
Praying and meditating for ways out this prison.

Clawing out little by little like Shawshank
I see the warden every time I pass the mirror.
My time in this hell, my toughest critic is the one to thank.

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