Criticism

Criticism discovered shelter on my head.
Judging voices created a living spot on my head.
Criticism turns diabolic individuals to inseparable pals.
Judging voices echoes on my head, poisonous to my soul.

Are you impeccable?
NO! you rather conceal your weaknesses through criticizing.
Are you blameless?
No! It is merely that a skunk cannot smell its stink.

Criticism is presently our society religion.
A cowards religion feeding on other individual weaknesses.
A judgers religion, relishes other individuals dilemmas
Judging voices echoes on my head, poisonous to my soul.

Criticism swiftly spread in our society as wildfire.
As wildfire in the dry grass of summer.
Judging voices echoes on my head, poisonous to my soul.