Asians don’t get grounded, but we just get a long ass lecture.

I’m a teenager and hate it when my parents compare me to other kids, and don’t even realize that I’m different from them. My parents don't even know the real me. They don't know how many tears I've cried. How many nights I spent waiting for a call. How many times I've been hurt by some stupid boy. They don't know that their "little princess" has grown up. Sigh, have you ever been angry or sad, to the point where you just break down at home, in your room? Your parents don't know because you keep the tears to yourself, and you cry silently. Your friends don't know because you talk as if you're fine and dandy behind the computer screen. Well you're not fine and dandy, and you know it. No one really knows how you feel, and they have their own lives to deal with, so you don't bother telling them. You bottle it up, and store it with all of the other problems or troubles, forever to be kept deep within.