Disregard the above reviews. They're far too kind.
This is not poetry; it is a banal observation, one that has been made far too many times before. Please check out a book of poetry at your local library. That might help.
EDIT: Also, flaming my poem without reading it is hardly a mature response to an honest (if, I'll admit, overly blunt) critique. Please grow up.
It's like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
