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