Coming to Terms with What You Said
Dear Crotchety Adult,
I just wanted to say that what you said isn't ok,
like when you said that it was childish to believe in the fey;
that it was unmanly to be afraid;
that I was stupid when I had a bad grade.
You went on and on about being more like an adult,
making it seem like being a child was a insult.
Whenever I watched a animated show, what you said made me feel guilty,
whenever one believed in something you didn't you would criticize them harshly,
yet somehow that never stopped me.
You may have judged,
and hated,
and burdened others with thinking that being who they were wasn't good enough, but I realized something.
That who I was wasn't up to you.
Believing that you are better than others is what was stupid
It doesn't matter what you like as long as you don't try to change others.
Just follow what you think,
do what you dream,
and try to do new things.
It doesn't matter if you like childish things, or if you believe in simple things,
for those give life a pleasure few others feel.
So although you made my life more hardship than it had to be, I have to thank you crotchety adult,
for making it where I learned not to listen to others say what I should be like.
Sincerely (although not really),
Me
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