18

A feeling of power, mixed with a tinge of anxiety fills the interior of my skull.

I have never known this kind of freedom, yet I do not feel as though it is yet complete.

I have yet some time, alloted to me by my guardians, to remain free.

But I will have to give up that freedom, and succumb, as all adults must, to the oppression.

Taxes, forms, red tape, fines. All the plauges of the new bible: the Constitution.

And I must learn to praise the war machine in order to "fit in" and survive.

For difference is not acceptable here, and I am saddened and dismayed at the state of the union.