istock_000005895710_mediumDear Parent,



I want to start off by saying I love you. You always ask me why don’t I talk to you. I respond with you don’t fully listen. The thing is, you listen to only the good. You don’t seem to acknowledge the bad. You always expect me to have perfect grades, but you never ask me how I’m handling the classes. You always expect me to be happy, but you never notice how my life seems to be spiraling out of control.


I want to express these things to you, to make you understand, but you won’t let me. To you, it seems like everything is working out for me. You don’t see the overloaded schedule, the standardized testings, the pressure, the expectation, and mostly the pain. I keep you out because I have to be strong for you. You only seem to see my flaws. You point them out to teach me to be a better person, to shape me for my future. What you don’t understand is I live with those flaws everyday. I learn from my mistakes, ones that I WANT to share with you, but you won’t let me. I want you to be proud of me, to see how much I accomplish.You just want me to talk about the ups but not the downs. If I can’t express my entire self, I would rather just keep quiet. I’m leaving soon for college, and I want so badly to talk to you. I want to tell you about how stressful the SAT was, how incredibly hard the graduation project is, how my job is taking over my life, how my friends seem to be splitting in different directions, how my college applications are draining the life out of me.


I want to tell you everything, all I’m asking is, listen.



from every teen