To Critics and Observers

You whose nose knows how to dive
I see the blames you gather
Summing up all my mistakes
While my mood makes my weather

I’ve shut myself to the world
So my insides are not rammed
When your fingers point my way
Or the cruel words being slammed

I’ve watched you dissect my flaws
My path, mine alone to make
Face yours, let me crawl through mine
You whose nose knows how to dive.

Vera