Straightjacket Lies

Straight-jacket lies
Keeping my mind in place
Omniscient sighs
Making my heart race
Silver buckles and white cloth
Strapped tightly about my thoughts
making The fluttering of a moth
sound like reverberating shots
You can't hold me in place
Can't keep my dance down
Keep me from weaving my stories of lave
With your disapproving frown
Do you think i really care?
About your opinion when you say
"The way your going, i won't be there"
But do you think i need you?
Do you think i would mourn?
No, so go on! Shoo!
I am an artist scorn!
Financial security is what you preach
But eternal happiness is far more appealing
As i lay on the glimmering sands of the beach
So you don't understand me
So you think i'm throwing my life away
Come on now Dad!
Why do you have to be this way......

Author's Note

I really love my dad, and this is a VERY dramatic version of his views on artists.

Reviews

[KatiePie]

Wow,
I'm practically speechless.
I've heard of this dilemma previously but I've never actually read anything on it.
This is a beautiful write, I love the way you express both his and your emotions with the same power and feeling giving the read a sense of equality between the two, and equality created by a bond and a bond created by love, that my dear is something even the largest amounts of money cannot destroy.
Good work. Keep writing.
-Cathrine

[Sharkapillar]

Replace "Dad" with "Entire family besides Dad" and I understand this perfectly. The imagery of the straitjacket was perfect, I would have known you had written this even if you never told me to review it. The ending is very powerful, it sums up the entire problem into four lines.
I like :3

[Senseless whatever]

Beautiful write. Heartfelt and sincere. Pleading for understanding under a veil of bravado. Few ever understand the heart of an artist. Fewer are truly artists. Follow your dream.