I have lonely eyes and a golden heart,
that’s what my mother would say as I cry silent tears into her chest,
My father would say I have mountain lion ferociousness and I am steady as a crumbling mountain,
as he smiles sympathetically at me across the White Stripes playing in the background,
I am quiet like the wind but loyal like a well trained dog my sister says as she looks out the window across my blank face.
My family would say I am just going through a rough patch,
how I wish that were true