[The
hardest thing about growing up is] the feeling I get in my stomach,
wondering if Im going to screw up everything for myself. I wonder if everything will work out, I wonder if I can live on my own later. I worry about everythingIm paranoid. But its the hardest thing. That and saying goodbye to all the things you knew before whether it be a friend, family member, memory, or just your attitude. Yeah,
that really bites: losing the attitude of a child where everything is
so amazing and youre so happythen all of the sudden, youre [pissed off]
all the time and worried about whats going to happen and then you
discover what can only be called phantom worries. A plague of the teenage years, full of worries like Am I self-centered? Inadequate? Unprepared? Lazy? Useless? Psychotic? And they never seem to stop. There is no escape.
Too afraid to stand and fight; Too much pride to fly away. Cowardice: immobilize Egos lacking skill to play! Games of conflict can’t be played By those afraid to deal a hand. Flightless birds avoid their call Ostriching heads in the sand. Thanks, Trifecta for the prompt, which requested an animal name be used as a verb. I figured I might as well ignore the dictionary and make my own...flightless birds have always intrigued me, anyhow.
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