Suffice It To Say, There's A Time And A Place

   So, if you didn't already know, poetry is my thing.

   I like to read it, love to write it, it's just a niche in which I feel I fit. So why is it that, no matter how proud of something I am, I am always second-guessing it? The second it enters the hands of a peer, I go wobbly around the knees and immediately attach a disclaimer.

   "It's not very good, I wrote it really fast, I know you won't like it, it sucks...etc."

   Even though I know it's good, I know I spent time on it, I just can't get past the fact that they might not like it, might think of a million things wrong with it. It's a very real struggle to me. After handing my poetry collection to my mother to read, (she was interested) I just wanted to rip it out of her hands, say "No, this is complete s***, you don't want to read it." But I knew she did want to read it, it wasn't complete shizzle, whatever. I knew it was fine, I really did.

   I swear.