I feel like I am adult man, a young adult, an teenager, and a confused child together that is mixing up my body..
In reality, I am not a kid anymore.. However, I hold some of the same emotions that a confused child has.. I ask questions that don't have answers, and wonder about things that are beyond me.. I can't make sense of things or people..
I act like a different teen that is angry at the world.. The world owes me nothing, yet I expect everything.. I have rage that stems from being stubborn, a difficult hand and being cheated from self-entitlement.. My anger is a mask.. I am scared.. I am vulnerable..
The young adult in me represents the sense of accomplishment that comes from hard work.. Despite the circumstances, I am building myself up.. I know what I want, but doubt my abilities will be enough to get there..
Since I was child, I have been told I was an "old soul".. I now believe this to be one of the worst statements to tell children.. I used to be innocent, quiet, and ignorant. Suffering and experience has hardened my angle, but I feel internally damaged..
Not sure where I am going with this post.. Just started to write and kept writing..
