An Artist's Woe

I do everything they want, they smile;

I do as per their wish, they smile;

Their happiness allows me the moment to be ecstatic,

And then I smile.

And then comes the moment which they all wait expectantly for,

And it all comes to that.

All those happy moments, forgotten,

All those pleasurable memories, erased,

And all that remains is that predicament.

Criticism swallows me,

Anger disrupts me,

Sadness envelopes me,

And what I cannot do is smile.