The thought of being who we are named to be, just a generation in between, we’re not here or there, nor have we been placed in life. We are no longer owned by our parents yet we are on this lead of discipline, being let loose only to deal with the hardest truths of adolescence by our selves.
A transformation, from living for our parents, thinking what they want us to think and being who they want us to be, to what we are now an emotional wreck trying to be for ourselves, to think for ourselves and to get away from their controlling grasp.
We spend our lives angry at the world for not understanding, adults for forgetting and children for being so naïve.
I look in the mirror and see someone never quite what everyone wants me to be, perfectly groomed hair, make-up caked and body to shock a model. I am none of these things but teenager going through life dealing with broken hearts, broken friendships, and the troubles every teenager is confronted with.
