An ugly truth it seems to be,
My harshest critic is but me.
Through cruelest lens I always see,
A captive’s plea. A captive’s plea.
“You’re fat, you’re foolish and you’re dumb,
Don’t dare to dream – they’ll never come.”
Her waspish voice begins to drum,
A constant hum. A constant hum.
Thoughts spiral quickly, filled with mirth.
Giving them air, just spreads their girth,
’til soon I feel of little worth –
An endless dearth, an endless dearth.
Pessimism grows; soon takes hold,
Wraps me in arms of bitter cold.
I am fearful – can’t break this mold.
Happiness sold. Happiness sold.
An ugly truth it seems to be,
My harshest critic is but me.
Through cruelest lens I always see.
Please set me free. Please set me free.
By Sarah ©2019
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix – Lucky Dip, 5 October 2019 and also; Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Sunday Writing Prompt “Ugly Words”
Monotetra structure:
Line 1: 8 syllables; A1
Line 2: 8 syllables; A2
Line 3: 8 syllables; A3
Line 4: 4 syllables, repeated; A4, A4
By Sarah 
Amazing work with the form. I can sadly relate to this piece. I hope that one day her comments will reflect your inner beauty
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Thank you! Me too (and likewise for you) 😊
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Poetry has set you free. Poetry has set you free.
I love what you have done with the prompt! This
Is excellent poetry, rhythmic and lyrical Well done!
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Thank you so much 😊
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My pleasure 😊
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Seems we are all our worst critics. Wonderful poem.
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wonderfully transparent and powerfully pinpoints the inner process.
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We often echo the ugly words others have spoken of/to us; taking them as our own. But while we might hear them in our voice, the script was written by someone else. The project/problem/hope is learning to translate/decipher the difference.
Excellent thought piece/po.em on ugly words. I hear many of the same.
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Thanks so much 😊
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