The Worst Fear Alive
MOTHER AND FATHER,
When is doing something wrong
Equivilent to doing something right?
This is the question I would love for you to answer.
For to me, this question
Is but another secret in life
If you had an answer to many of the secrets in life
Surly you would share them,
Sadly though, I remain as confused as the next teenage girl who roams this earth
Though there is one thing I am sure of
We teenagers think
Alot.
We worry that,
As we grow to express our opinions,
Those very opinions have been wrongly influenced,
And will be abolished with shame, or excused as paranoia
We worry that,
The opinions we've thought of,
Are so crazy no one will bother to hear them.
We let those worries keep us silent most of our lives
I can admit that I am afraid of many things
From not being true to myself
To forgeting who I am
Of course there are also those little fears
like the dark, or spiders
But I am certain of one thing.
The worst fear alive.
We teenagers sit and ponder this fear
We let it control us and drag us around to the point of madness
We seem to believe that you who watch over us
Have forgotten this fear, and the opinions you shared as children
So we don't reach out for help
The greatest fear alive is the rejection,
The refusal to acknowledge,
The disagreeances,
The hatred.
The greatest fear alive is of the consiquences for our mistakes
We sit and ponder ways to do things right
And to avoid that fear
We keep silent
To avoid that fear
We let our pondering drag us into making mistakes that worsen our fear
We teenagers don't realize
That you who've raised us were once teenagers yourselves
Teenagers who, like us
Were so afraid
Of what those who watched you thought
That you made the same mistakes
We keep quiet and ponder our fear of failure
Our fear of letting you down
That we don't see that you've feared the same
That you fear the same every time you look at us.
That is why it is the worst fear alive.
Because it blinds us, and controls us
But most importantly,
It teaches us.
There is only one thing is strive for
And that is,
to make you proud.
LOVE ME,
YOUR DAUGHTER
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