mum asks
why you show your poems to strangers
but not to me?
mum doesn't know
poetry is light
but it can also be darkness
sometimes it is mostly darkness
and poetry is history
and experiences
and things you want to happen
and things you don't want to see
poetry isn't always
chocolate-filled with a coat of sugar
it isn't always pretty metaphors
and nice descriptions of nice feelings
mum doesn't know
my poems can turn a little darker
twisted just like my mind
and she doesn't know
the way I love
or the way I hate
and she would surely ask
and she would surely know who and why and what
and strangers don't know
who the hell I am talking about
and they don't care
as long as they read a good piece
mum asks
I don't reply.
Well, mum hasn't asked... yet. Most of my friends actually did.