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(Sometimes, I play devil’s advocate, but I try to do it with friendly debates. Not when someone is talking about their dreams unless they ask me to do so. The devil’s advocate role gets used by so many people to stop others from attempting anything that may come with a risk. It blocks ambition and dreams under the guise of constructive criticism and wanting to help. Hence, this poem.)
The hell is wrong with you?
You stand there
Tearing me down
Whenever I soar among the clouds
As if I have already failed
And you merely state the truth
The hell is wrong with you?
You sit there
Pushing me to rise
Whenever I embrace the abyss
Condemning my misery
As if I did this to myself
The hell is wrong with you?
My constant opposition
The dagger to my optimism
The dove to my pessimism
Both aided by your interference
Just pick a fucking side
Legends of Windemere 
I could almost feel the “air quotes” as I read this poem and as I thoguht of “constructive criticism” lobbed my way from time to time. 😄My faorite lines:
The dagger to my optimism
The dove to my pessimism
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Thanks. Air quotes were in my head for a lot of this.
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This would be good to hand to people and say, “Read this. Then we’ll talk.”
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Definitely.
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😁
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