Accepting Criticism Poem by Jaycee Wilkerson

Misunderstood
Someone has to
Understand me
Alone most of the time
Someone has to be
Compactable with me

Accepting my troubles
And elements
Why does everyone
Insist on judging me

So many questions
But little answers
Soo many prayers
But no miracles

Struggling with hatered
The ones tugging
Are normally the fakest

Maybe now
These words justify
The actions you see
Televised
Reading along
In this poem

You might think
The problem is solved
But if you read
Between the lines
Of my words
You will see
Things are still unresolved

Waiting to be
Broadcasted
By me connecting
To the reader

Meaning I should
Never feel alone
As long as I
Emotionally
Tap into senses
Threw empathy

Patiently waiting
For you
To criticize my work
Like you were a judge
Issuing me time

Maybe being deserving
Of this trail
Of open criticism
Because I wrote these words
Hoping you will give me
Proper judgement