The adult becomes the child.

Since when was it not ohkay for teenagers to feel things about the lives that they are in, but its perfectly alright for parents (or guardiens) to bounce off the walls just because they have a lot on their mind.

It is currently 11:07 and I can't seem to fit myself into a comfortable position to be able to sleep. I keep tossing and turning with the thoughts of an unforgotten day. I keep pressing my head further into the pillow to some how forget that all of this is happening and drift off into a sleep that might never end, and it leaves me wondering if I would be forgotten as soon as the the unknown.

We, as humans, tend to keep the things that we are hiding away from society out of fear of rejection, but where does reality stop. When does become a teenager, meaning having to become less dramatic than your 47 year old father. When does staying up late writing about the things that are on your mind not become an excuse to the reason why you're still on your computer this late at night. When does walking away saying "you have a lot on your mind" become an acceptable phrase for a father to say as he storms away, angry again at the world.

When were the rolls in the house hold, completely mixed up? When did I become the adult and he become the teenaged girl who is harder to control than an infant with diarrhea. When was I told to grow up because my parents couldn't do it themselves..

When did I become invisible?