Now Matter How Nice It Was

There was a time in my life, When I would rather write than talk. Eat, walk or sleep. I was taught early, To stick with my interests. And protect with respect to keep. I had to get better, Because nothing I did pleased me. I didn't have to seek critique from 'enemies'. What I inflicted upon myself, Made the doings done by someone else... Easier than they believed. I use to attempt to teach my experiences. But impatience got the best of me. Especially when it was thought by others, What I did not require sacrifice, devotion or discipline. And this was instilled in me as a child. From the very beginning I knew my smile, Wouldn't pay a bill no matter how nice it was.