Oh deary...didn't you once use a word like zitto to comment on one of my poems? I'd like to use that word here. Except I reckon we should make up our own word, so we can feel special. How about sabbyllene?

This poem was sabbyllene for me. Being frightened or saddened by the heights of the pedestal, and questioning its real worth (and thereby your real worth and truth) are very familiar notions to me. But I don't believe you- I very much doubt you'd "dissapoint"!
I loved your clumsy and halting style, and your spelling mistakes- I don't know whether they were intentional or not...I'm inclined to think the latter (unless you are fooling us, ha), but leave them. It suits the feeling of undisguised vulnerability in this piece. Enchanting use of words and their images, natural flow, all as usual.

Well, well. Write something crap, for crap's sake. I'm sick of praising you all the time.