Well, since I dare to criticize other's poems I might as well post an old one of mine. Any rhyming is a coincidence.
I wrote this years ago so no need to worry. My smiles are 100% now!
The truth is so overwhelming
I thought if I never wrote out my feelings
They could never become real
I figured if I couldn’t give those feelings names
That they could not exist
I was wrong
You’re smiling at me again
While I’m pretending that I’m alright
The smile I’m faking
Is like a dagger to my soul
Imprisoned by boredom that I can’t escape
Who is it that suffers while the world is asleep
Who is it who cries while humanity is full of good cheer
These feelings of despair grow intensely stronger
I’m fighting the urge to scream again
So I suppress these desperate feelings within myself
Outside the sun is shining brightly
I’m stealing all its rays for my smile
This false brilliance makes you blind
To the misery I keep inside of me
You could never understand this pain
You are simply too perfect to suffer in this way
My assessment: Cliche!
My grade: D-!