He is still at his prime. Free spirited and all.
He opposes discipline and frowns at correction.
He hates so much to be told what to do. He yearns so madly for his freedom,to go out and come in at will.
He's friends are his advisers. He sees his father's advice as old fashioned.
He dresses to feel among and uses curse words just like his mates.
He's in his teens.
Adrenaline always kicking in.
Sometimes he feels depressed.
He complains father doesn't understand him.
He sees him as his worst enemy, always advising him and nagging about his flaws. He despises that.
I stand in a corner watching.
Laughing at his ignorance
I know what he is going through.
I was once there.
I'm one of his friends. He listens to me.
I understand him more than father.
He is my brother and his in his teens.
One day I know he'll understand father.
But he will always be my baby brother, even when he is fully grown.
