*lol* I used to show my mom my teenage poetry and she'd look at me very seriously and say "I'm worried about you." And I'd respond "Mom, I'm playing with language!" And after a while I stopped showing her my stuff. That's the thing about showing your stuff to a family member; they're not looking at the work, they're looking at you. (Although in retrospect, she was probably right to worry? IDK, she worries anyway.)

Given that I still love the angsty stuff, I hope that isn't a sign I've not grown up yet? (Which I now suspect is overrated anyway.)