The disillusioned

They say 18 is the prime of our lives.
18 is when I began to relize simple truths that made me dissillisioned.

I am technically an "adult', but my parents still pay for almost everything I have.

When i go and try to apply for college, they say it is an exciting time.

it was one fo the darkest hours of my life when i realized the truth; they lied to me. 

They all lied.

I never knew college would want to put me into debt, that I would not be able to 

qualify for a loan becuase i do Not have enough credit.

That my work throughout all those years would not pay off in the end.

No scholarships came my way, no free rides.

Nothing turned ou they way they told me it would.

Good grades, extracurriculars, volunteering, it was all for nothing to them.

It didn't help, becuase in the end, I am just like many other american teenager, 

we are all trying to do the exact same thing.

I am not special.

I am not special.

i AM not special.

i am NOT special.

i am not SPECIAL.

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