I shared...

So I have been really proud of my poetry of late, and as you know...my new found support system I have been sharing a little bit of my poetry with The Boy who has been really supportive of it.

So here I am feeling pretty bold and proud and thinking...what if I show a relative? What if they like it?

My mum knows that I am in the process of submitting and she is completely supportive of me in that but she never reads my work, which I am fine with she helps with the big stuff.

So I decide to show my dad free verse poem I wrote a couple of weeks ago...he read it and his face dropped, like literally "oh my god my daughter wrote this". He mouthed to me "is this about you?!" because it wasn't the happiest of poems.

See my dad thinks I'm deeper than what I actually am, so he tends to read into things...it's a little annoying at times...

My music tastes seem to be the songs of my soul...so when I listen the My Chemical Romance, Rihanna's "Russian Roulette" and Michael Jackson's "Smile" on repeat...I could possibly be suicidal or depressed.

*sigh*

So I was a little down hearted but I decided to give it one more crack that night. I showed him another that wasn't quite as hard hitting.

I left him with it and walked off and came back about ten minutes later.

"What did you think?"
"Well, I'm going to be brutally honest here..."
He got the desired reaction with that statement my stomach fell out of my butt and I froze...
"I think it's bloody brilliant"
Thank God!  *massive grin*
"But...are you sure you're not depressed?"
"No dad, I'm pretty sure I'd know if I was depressed...I'm not."
"Oh, well then what's will all the down in the dumps stuff you write then?"
"It's just easier to write around a sad emotion than a happier one...makes for something hard hitting and raw."
"Oh, ok then...as long as you're sure..."

And he walked off to go do whatever it is old men do at 7pm at night...take the rubbish out I think.