The Righter

No Piece of Cake

Teenage in no piece of cake, it's not easy. Not in our community, at least. Where you're trapped within its claws, persistently struggling to break free.
And failing over and over again.

Where your whole life dances around domestic conflicts, the fear of not being good enough, limitless restrictions (in some cases), lectures on 'the proper way' to do basically everything, taunting about how we're definitely going to screw our marital life and disappoint our in-laws. And you might be cringing or laughing but it's the truth. It happens in like 85% families. It's the time of your life where rather than being selfish, stupid and moody; we are expected to be mature, intellectual and compromising (which we have no choice but to be).

I read about fictitious tales of overly passionate and temperamental teenagers. Who are rebellious, never even give a second thought to their actions. It gets on my nerves every time. Why do you expect us to be rational all the time? Why can't we lead a devil-may-care 9 years of teenage too?

'Only if closed minds had closed mouths too . . . we would be living in a much peaceful world.'

I want to break through this stereotypical mindset. I want to wake up one day and realize everything is okay. Every stupid rule, baseless limitations and criticism exists no more. Where the judgemental people have vanished. Where there is no uncertainty in life and its decisions. Where I'll have to bear no mental exhaustion. A place where if I shout, they hear me.
And if this doesn't happen anytime soon, I will scream my lungs away.

In the Western community, we hear about teens my age traveling the world, trying out new experiences, doing everything their heart yearns for, chasing their dreams and doing all sorts of those commendable and insanely wild things. In short, they have a life. They have something to remember and reminisce when they eighty and inhaling their last.

Only the people around me can understand the struggle of growing up in a suffocating and stern society that we have to endure.

Many a times, even our parents don't give a shit about how their actions affect us, how their petty disputes can torture us. Do they believe that we are born strong and resilient? We are naive. We are vulnerable. We have frail hearts and sensitive minds too. I think the fact that we might be a bit disturbed too has slipped from everyone's memories.

And this is how somewhere between stifling our tears and picking up pieces of our broken household . . . . We grew up. Sometimes I forget, we are only teenagers and already facing a great deal.

Teenage is no piece of cake.

[A/N] Some of you might disagree with me and name me as an ungrateful little thing though I believe I am thankful for everything I have been granted but . . . . admit it or not, it happens.