I tried so hard Blood sweat and tears I did so well A mother's praise A stroked ego It becomes habit Now it is expected I do not have to try so hard Brilliance is expected I spend two minutes That is enough Nothing but praise for my work But i want to get better And now i am stuck Too many kind words Are there no critics? No one will help me! It shouldn't be this hard Criticism: I know i need it I know i need to improve Should i leave it be? Is it my fault? Or is everyone else simple? I don't find their compliments comforting; Isn't ignorance a choice? Well then I must choose, And I refuse to be ignorant