'' Is That Really Me '' Poem by Bri Mar

As I ponder my reflection,
Am I going mad,
Do I need correction,
Am I really that sad.

The comments of others,
Can encourage or destroy,
It builds up or smothers,
It can lift or annoy.

Some enjoy hurt,
While others give praise,
Those who are curt,
Do love to graze.

Ask yourself why,
Hurting others is fun,
Your need to decry,
Is like a loaded gun.

Criticism is good,
If constructive and true,
No need to be rude,
It could happen to you.

What is you gain,
By being unruly,
The infliction of pain,
Is the realm of the bully?

Is it you have a need,
To be over zealous,
If on hatred you feed,
Could it be you're just jealous?

You throw the first stone,
But it's rarely returned,
Do you need to atone?
Before you get burned.

The mirror is calling,
You are forced to agree,
Am I that appalling,

‘' Is That Really Me ‘'