There is great courage in being a writer,
of personal feelings only you can capture,
subjecting yourself to strangers of no mean order,
who themselves lack creativity, lack sophistication, lack thought,
lack empathy, lack apathy, I could go on and on.
But yet for their input we’d like to hear,
While hoping they would just shut up or say what they have to say.
Five stars, no three stars, you’re worthless just one!
But who are you to tell me where my thoughts have gone wrong?
Nevertheless we boldly yet carefully lay our souls bare,
Before the, uncouth critic from whom we long to hear
Only to hate them later for the only truth they know to share,
For a critic is just a critic, not a writer
They wouldn’t dare!