{"sf1_id":604109,"sf2_id":"yndXd42n","title":"Path.","author":"Mike Devrinski","words":106,"posted_at":"2013-10-19T12:03:00.000Z","tags":["Adventure","Clean","Coming Out","Poem","Poetry","Puberty","Real Life","Realistic","Rebellion","Relationships","Shy"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/604109-path","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/yndXd42n","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/23/07/2307ab97-b825-4152-8091-acaf181390cb","description":"One day, I was a child. Then I grew up.","content":"As a child I didn't believe there were second chances  \nEverything was done, to ensure I caused no wrong.  \nHigh expectations from everyone; parents, teachers, students  \nRisk stood by me, and we wandered down the path of conformance.  \n  \nOne thought led to another  \nand it all moved so quickly, so fast.  \nA teenager: isolated, confused, betrayed of all he thought once true  \nHe ran down the path, the path of doubt.  \n  \nI thought again once more of what they had wanted,  \na stereotypical ideal, 'the dream life'.  \nUntil I realised that it wasn't about what they wanted.  \nSo I drew my own path, stood, and walked.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}