They keep saying it's all about who you know
Then they expect me to carry on and grow,
They say it only happens to one in a million
Or to authors that are already known,
Then they expect me to not question or at all moan,
They keep on criticising and tell me to break out of my dream
But then in the next breath they expect me to continue to write and stay keen.
These critics are people that don't have any dreams
But you the reader are all that matters because you are towards where I lean,
You are the ones that tell me to never give up on a dream
You are the reason that I will always remain keen.
So let them criticise all they want because they are not a part of our team,
You and a pen in my hand is all that I need.
So the only words that I say to the critics are,
Leave alone a blossoming flower,
You annoying drooping weeds,
You will never know what drives us and what being able to write means.
So I urge all other writers out there to just ignore these weeds
As You too are a precious flower who has also planted a seed.
Each day we blossom and as we write we are living our dream
So leave us alone you critics and stop being so mean
Because all the while we hold a pen in our hand we will always succeed.
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