CRITERION AND CRTICISM

Your view is distorted.

You are watching my life.

Watching as I try to live as best I can.

Looking down on me as I endlessly toil.

In your eyes I always fail.

Because I am not just like you.

I do not want to be just like you.

I can never be.

I am having enough trouble being just me.

And why do you keep trying to be me?

Trying to get me to be you.

You are quite certain that you are right.

I am wrong.

Your life is your life.

My life is my life.

You will not let me tell you how to live your life.

Then stop telling me how to live mine.

I have grown so weary of your judgments over me.

I will never be able to measure up to your expectations.

I barely meet mine.

That is all I can handle.

All that I can do.

I will forget about you.

I expect you will forget about me and my life.

Go on, move on with yours.

I will move on with mine.

You go your path.

I will go mine.

If ever we meet again, it will be too soon.

I don't need your negativity.

This is good-bye.

Fare thee well.

This is the end of it all.

I'll not miss you at all.

I have not the time to maintain any thoughts of you.

I will focus.

I will stray no more.

The end.

SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY