For the Critics (Not As An Insult)

Might I be me?
Or would you prefer you?
Perhaps I'm not good
At that which I do.
But who is the judge
And why do you do so?
You dance around words
And hid what you know.
This is the letter
Of silence and pause
As I ponder your enmity
That seems without cause.
Test me and weigh me
I'll sit here and smile
Through the memories of tears
And wretch'd taste of bile.
Boredom brings impishness
To the pen of this satire
I mean you no insult
It's not my desire.
Though I'm only sub-par
On this we agree
I suppose that my problem
Is that I am me.
How do I know
Or am I to guess?
Will you realize I am
Guilty? I confess.
Of being myself
Ever the crime
Smiling through hardship
Teething at time.
Here more confessions
Ever in doubt
Trusting in my safety
Enough to get out.
So do you approve?
Test me again
Is there hope of am I
Never to win?
Gather your data,
Enough to see,
Vote if you will, I'm still
Always me.
Now back to testing
?

Right eye open
Left eye blink
This,an aside for the critics,
A wink