Talking to Myself, Again
You're cold.
But I learned to always carry my jacket
You're judgemental.
Now I consider criticism more than just racket
You make me blue.
Perhaps that is why I am infatuated with the color
You're pushy.
But now I take orders like no other
You're mean to me.
I'm nice to others to cancel it out
You're always so negative.
So I joined the cheer team and boy, do I shout.
You're hard on me, that's just fine.
I've learned from you how NOT to live my life.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world