Self criticism.

I don't call it poetry or prose,
I know it lacks good timing.
It's certainly isn't a rose,
It's more like whining while rhyming!

But as long as I say it first,
It stops all the others from same.
It slakes the insult thirst,
And only plays into my game.

But maybe that makes me the loser,
And lacking in confidence.
The indeterminate chooser,
Who can only sit on the fence!