Judged
Why do adults (or anybody, really) look at someone and based on their age, or where they live, judge them? Even if they’re to polite to say it, they think, ‘you can’t understand. You’re just a kid. You know nothing about the world.’ And then they think we don’t know that what they’re thinking. They paste on a fake smile, but we can see right through it. If those judge-rs took a minute to just look into our eyes they would see that we know a lot more than they think. Some people have been through even more hell than they have, but they still feel superior because of their age. They think that our little lives bounce along ‘perfectly’ and the only problems we have last 10 seconds. Right. Just because we don’t feel like answering with more than a ‘fine’ when they ask how our lives are going. What do they expect? A 30 minute essay on how life is really going doesn’t mean that we have easy lives. Pathetic. The look on their faces, fake, makes you want to hit them in the stomach and then walking away. But you can’t, because you’re only (age goes here) and it would just be considered ‘rebelion,’ and ‘immaturity’ when really they brought it on themselves because of THEIR ‘maturity.’ How ironic. It makes you wonder how things would be if you suddenly reversed the tables and put them in our lives. Now THAT would be funny. They wouldn’t last 1 day in middle school, and they would do even worse AFTER school.
