Thanks. =] Sometimes, I really despise my work, actually, because it isn't particularly meant to show creativeness, talent, beauty (morbid or not), or any of the typical things attributed to art, especially poetry. My work is always just an attempt to get what I think and feel sufficiently put into words, and often enough, what I think and feel are very complicated, self-contradicting, burdensome things. Even when I write a poem that is joyful and positive, I can end up looking at it later, despising it because it may have been little more than the result of a manic episode and delusion. Or, I can look at my writing in a bitter-sweet way because things have changed or are changing. My views, feelings, and even states of mind are ever transient, so I can never fully settle down with something I make. Each day it becomes something different to me.