Where is it said that a fifteen year old girl should have to fight the battles her mother cannot? Stand up for her family against a tyranny at home. An overbearing presence, a dictator of sorts, elucidating our boundaries. Where is it said that she must protect those around her, only to get lashed at, knife-edged words thrown in her face, breaking her mind, breaking her heart.
A double-edged sword, that's what life is. A double-edged sword and an out of control train. No way to go without maiming yourself and no way to know where it's going. Hold on for a ride that leads nowhere in particular. Beaten around, cut up, emerging lacerated and sore, but alive, because nothing has the mercy to end that for you, until you've endured all you possibly can.
The best years of my life are yet to come.. My best years are not these. Not the war-zone ridden, can't escape if I tried melancholy years of which I live in now. For now I continue building castles on clouds, awaiting the day that I get out, ready to run. I won't be back. These are not my best years.
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