‘' The Critic, Is Nothing Without You ‘' Poem by Bri Mar

The art of the critic,
Means to be analytic,
Though critique can be good for your art,
An expression of views,
Can sometimes bruise,
Some can play games with your heart.

Some like to hurt,
They enjoy being curt,
With this type, you should be concerned,
They understand fully,
The meaning of bully,
Their respect, I'm afraid can't be earned.

Their aim is to kill,
Your desire, your will,
To destroy your inner aspirations,
Their sole aim in life,
To cause others strife,
To weaken your very foundations.

Though they crave attention,
They detest intervention,
The very laws of decency they'll flout,
They prey on the meek,
Their pretence, critique,
They'll fill your mind with self-doubt.

Their only ability,
Playing with fragility,
To destroy you, they'll go to great lengths,
But if you fight back,
Go on the attack,
It will show, they hate people with strengths

The aim of the coward,
Is to feel empowered,
Believe me, that's just what they do,
Staying strong within,
Means they cannot win,

‘' The Critic, Is Nothing Without You ‘'