The Death of a (Teenage) Poet

Juan

"He hums a tune, unaware of her tears. He belived her life was full of sunlight, when in reality, it was an ocean full of fears." -Sam(samwasneverhere)

Juan,
You have always been a great father. But you never knew how you affected me. The nightly yelling, the curses thrown daily, all because I was never enough?
But what is enough? Perfect? You aren't perfect, so why did I have to be? I was 15, 15.
15 and you treated me like I was an adult. All of these expectations and priorities you pushed onto me. Get perfect grades, keep up aperances, stay fit, but how am I supposed to be a kid.
You told me your biggest regret in life was not enjoying your childhood, but how can I do that when you're structuring me like the buildings you see. Each inch and every detail, perfect. But that is impossible. There will always be a scratch on the surface, a millimeter in the wrong direction. It will never be perfect, but you can get close. You never taught me how.
Learn from your mistakes and maybe your other children won't have to suffer as much as I did.
  Your loving son,
       Sam.