  as i run to catch the winning ball...i fear i have not the arms to catch it...and there i stand in the outfield...why am i even in baseball? like a licensed driver with no consent to drive...she takes the humiliation and torture her granpda gives as he drives blindly down the street while the car at home torments her as it stays in the driveway to collect heat and dust...why take the test in the first place? to run your errands? even though you will probably have me go with you...i guess i wasn't as helpful as you imagined me to be...and it is hard to let go of your last daughter.
let me grow...let me extend the leaves and allow me to absorb the rays of the sun...so i can make it on my own and stand strong in my roots. my tears cannot keep me alive forever...no matter how wet and refreshing...i want a new taste...i want a taste of freedom...and i don't want it spoon fed to me.. 
