Absent adolescent

I think one of the sources of my teenage angst stemmed from the misunderstood unconscious realisation that my parents weren’t perfect
That they were also humans, trying figure it out in this forsaken world and not the superheroes my childhood mind imagined
In this shattering realisation I myself became mortal like anyone else
Lost, frightened and mad at a world without answers
Ironically, that same realisation has brought me a great deal of comfort in my adult life


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