High Standards

Stop telling me I'm talented,

there's no need to lie,

because something that would make others proud

makes me want to cry.

I want to say I did my best,

but did I really?

Explaining this feeling makes me sound so

prideful and silly.

I always try to bite my tongue,

it is far too rude.

Those who did worse than me would feel self doubt

when mouth matches mood.

Silent anger, until I crack

like the plates I drop.

Unless I write, unless I save myself.

Then the pain will stop.