Constant Critic

You’re always there

to lend a helping hand

being sure

to point out my flaws

and say out loud

what I’ve done all wrong.

Expectations undefined

demands too high to see

drowning in a sorrow

of mine alone.

When you come around

I am sure to know

the dissatisfied stare

harsh words to follow

walk of disgust

that let's me know

all I give

is

never good enough.

Days and nights

slaving away

matter little

to the challenge

of my constant critic

nipping at my heels.