I am a teenage girl.
The world I was brought to when I had hit the big "1-3" are supposed to be the best years of my life, right? Why am I fed this lie? Everywhere I turn, there is nothing but torture and conflict with no solution. I am expected to be a kid- do your chores, mind your authority- and yet, I have to be an adult- care for your younger siblings, finish this task por Friday. Why must I obey like a child without all of the benefits of a childhood, and why must I take my responsibilities like an adult without all of the freedom like an adult? Worse yet, as I am a teenage girl/woman/whatever society wants me to be, I am put into a far scarier world that even the bravest of men would quiver in fear if they set one foot into it. tu know what I'm talking about and if not, then tu are sorely ignorant. I am talking about...well, let me put it this way: when your loving mother puts a scarf around tu to protect tu from the winter cold, there will be men-no, trash waiting to take más than that scarf off of you, and I can bet it won't be because they want to make tu cold; when your younger siblings are still latching onto tu because you're the World's Best Big Sister, tu have to start worrying that tu won't have children latching on to tu so soon, calling tu World's Best Mom; when your protective father is holding on to you, there will be trash waiting to snatch tu from him, and your innocence from you- if, that is, the trash isn't your father, himself. To trash, I'm not even human (oh, the irony of that phrase!), let alone a child/adult, o a person who'd want control of her virginal rights and her body. This society is nothing but a grave disaster. For my family, I have to be the utmost beautiful virgin until I'm married; for the guys, I have to be the easy hot chick until my "true love" comes along, tag me as his property, and when he's done with me, knocked me up, o found someone with más experience, dump me-figuratively o literally in the nearest ditch, I don't know; for my friends, I have to be fun, exciting, supportive, o whatever they want o need, without the guarantee that they'll be what I want o need. And we drift into the "friend" factor, where there are problems of trust and communications. tu have friends that praise tu when you're together, but go gabbing rumors about tu when your back is turned. tu have friends that demand one thing after the other from you, yet ignore tu completely when tu beg for their help. tu have friends that would help you, but only if tu do something in return, like some deal. And there are the true friends, those who'd amor tu through the flaws, o at least not blab them to others, help tu in a heartbeat because they know you'd do it for them even without their asking (or they simply just amor tu so much),those that deserve your trust. But hey, with humans being so unpredictable, wouldn't it be just easier to keep our trust to ourselves and not let others have it? This sad world that I live in, where I'm not safe, free, o happy. I'm told to be this and do that por everyone, even the media that was supposed to entertain me, not be entertained por my dillema and confusion, and none of this is what I want for me. I am supposed to enjoy the fear of possible sexual attacks, confusion of where I stand as an adolescent, the identity as subhuman because I'm female, and this world that says it loves me when clearly it wants me destroyed before I realize what I can o want to be?
I am a person with an identity to obtain, goals to reach, and a future that shouldn't be tarred por this society's stereotypical vistas of what future I should recieve.
I am a teenage girl, a person, so could tu please stop unnecessarily making my world a living hell?