Pain and Poetry

A Poem by WaynEZ

Something I was going to enter in the poetry contest. I may write something else though.

Looking back, I was built to be broken
Every bit of my ambition stolen
and thrown into oceans of doubt
I scream and shout
" Yes I can, Yes I can"
But the doubters and naysayers say my writing is too bland
You haven't the skill
This atrocity, this iambic monstrosity is liable to kill readers
and knowledge seekers
You ignored all meters
Experimenting with language like chemicals and beakers
My so called friends all turn
and the few that don't only watch me burn under the flames that is the criticism of my audience
applauding pain
my sobs and tears are music to their ears
Screams and jeers
then I awaken from my dream state
My face trickling fear