Just put yourself in my position for this one.
You just wrote a kick ass poem and your very proud of it and you want your mother to
read it.
You hand her the paper that reads this:
 

Me
All my passion gone away ,
mad, disturbed, rage, furious,
is all I feel.
And why?
Yelling,lecturing, dislike, bias,
is all I get,
because I can't do anything,
faultless,ideal,complete,perfect,
and why?
because I'm not like them.
I don't do what they do,
I don't like the same things,
I don't act the same way,
I don't wear the same clothes
and most of all
I don't reach there prospetive in life,
I'm not perfect in there lives.
I'm another nobody a bump on the ground which
everyone trips on and yells at.
and why?
Because I'M NOT PERFECT in there way,
I'm Me
I'm PERFECT in my OWN way,
who has dreams too which are perfect to me.
But they destroyed me,
my passions,
because I listen to them
and why?
who know's maybe because
I'M ME
 

Your mother reads it.
Looks up at you.
And says
"Where did you get this?, is it off the internet?"
And now think what would go through your head.
 

I'll tell you what went through my head.
Nuttin I do is ever good for her-mother
everything I do, my brother does better.
I can't beleive she didn't believe that I wrote it.
Now if my brother wrote it, she be showing it off to everyone.
Does she love him more then me?
Does she have faith in me?
Or am I not that worthy of having talent.
Or was it really stupid.
Does she think that I can't do anything possible good?
Now I have no faith in living, I might as well kill myself, if anything and everything I do,
my mother doesn't appretate as much as she appretate my brothers work.
 

And those are the thoughts that went thro my head.
*cries*
If anyone says anything bout your creativaty, dun give up.
or you'll end up like me... I have a huge drawers block.
Belive in yourself and you'll last forever
but once you get rid of that...
your lost.
your soul.
and your heart.
gone.
Just kept doing what you love, and you'll be fine as long as u don't listen to retards we have
on this plantet.