Boy On The Train

There's a boy on the train      
That's seen the backhand of love      
With a rebelliousness      
That makes me smile      
While his head is bowed      
And eyes downcast      
His expression interspersed      
Between cheekiness and dissociative sadness      
     
And I want to tell his grandmother      
To shut the fuck up      
Are so much dramatics entirely necessary?      
When children live to push the boundaries      
While they look to us for love and approval      
     
And I want to shed a tear      
For his sadness      
For all of us      
That have been loved wrong      
And sought both numbness      
And a greater depth of feeling      
In darker places      
Where we confused illusion      
With reality      
     
There's a boy on the train      
With a rebelliousness      
That makes me smile      
And a stoner look in his gaze      
Though he's yet to take a puff      
Of the hazy green      
And I still can't bring myself  
To tell his grandmother  
To shut the fuck up      
When it's easier to pretend it's not my problem      
Or my business      
While I regret the silence      
I always planned to keep      
     
There's a boy on the train      
That's seen the backhand of love      
Just like me      
And I wish I'd said      
... something      
     
Indie Adams 2012