The Growing StruggleDo you think I don't see?The Growing Struggle by ~wolfofsummerbreeze
All those things aren't helping me.
I can't make all the effort,
You have to meet me halfway.
All these things you want me to be,
You think I need them.
I don't, so stop worrying,
I'll forge my own path,
I'll learn from My mistakes,
It's half the fun.
It's part of life.
All I ask is that you,
Stop every once in a while,
And see me as the child you raised.
I might be more grown up now,
But I still need recognition,
As a person who doesn't want,
To waste their life away.
Who wants to be their own person.
You can teach, but I'll decide,
What I'll use your lessons for.
Oh CaptainOh CaptainOh Captain by ~wolfofsummerbreeze
"I'm a Captain!" she proclaims proudly, her hands landing on her hips, elbows extended, feet spread apart. "Didn't I tell you?" Her grin belies the fact that she knows I'm confused. Perhaps she grins because I am confused.
A Captain? Of what? Well, a ship, knowing her. Still, there are many captains. Captain Ahab, who sought out the giant white whale, is the first to come to mind, though I've never read Moby Dick. The comparison is almost funny. He is, in my mind, a white-haired, old, coarse, potentially scarred, gruff, cold-eyed, muscled, imposing beast of a man. Lee is a short, brown haired, young, un-muscled, glasses-wearing,
Approval 
Sta.sh
