I am a black sheep
In a golden family
You ask me
How I see
How I know
Well, how could I not know
When that is all I am shown
Every word I say
Every movement and moment
I am under scrutiny
But what they don't know
A heart made of Gold
Is easy to mold
And wither away
A heart made of coal
Swellen and sole
A Flameing passion all my own
You see
Every compliment
I get
My siblings get 10 more
Every Idea
Or memory
Overshadows me
I'm living in the now
They're living inside out
My trauma
And worries
The problems I see
Are a ghost only I know
Deep down below
My siblings are open books
Their pages and traumas
For all to read
They never hide them
Or deny them
My family says
'Think of your siblings,
They're going through hell,
Why are you complaining-'
Well, I want scream
And I want shout
'There is no way out
Not from your mind,
Not from your memories,
Not from all the bad things
I'm thinking...'
But I know I can't tell them
Know I can't say
What I'm thinking
I'm having troubles breathing
Hiding these tears in my eyes
I keep it together
These bonds I won't tether
Cause I know
A heart made of Gold
Is easy to mold
And wither away
And decay
A heart made of coal
Is found with fools Gold
It's not grand
Not on any scale
But it's uses are still there
I'm not sure why
But this is my place
Insignificant I seem
But I last longer
And hold it together
Through any weather
The truth may be
That there's more to me
Then what the eye can see
