Criticism, of any kind and for any reason <br />always breaks my heart – I always accept <br />that I’m deserving of it, though <br />it does not lessen the pain <br />when you criticise my kids <br />I feel like death – even though <br />they also merit criticism <br />because I haven’t taught them <br />how to become good, staid citizens <br />so when I read criticism <br />even of Victoria Beckham <br />I feel sad once again… <br /> <br />I myself do complain <br />about certain singers who only gain <br />a reputation by mingling with <br />really great composers <br />yet she is only accepting the gift <br />life offered her, there is no evil intent <br /> <br />Why do you discern <br />evil intent when I fail to learn <br />the art of homemaking and <br />a regular job without faking <br />the statistics of what I’ve done <br />during the day? - I cannot exist <br />any other way – so how can I <br />blame anyone else – and how <br />can you be so self-satisfied?<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-can-you-be-so-self-satisfied/
