Crybaby

Maybe I am not all of those white lies

I was told I'd be when I was a kid,

there is nothing special behind my eyes

and I know even less than I ever did.

I know they were told to boost my esteem

but your words did more harm than they did good

because when I defiantly dared to dream

I got far less than I thought I should.

I am no longer your little boy

but I am just as fragile and scared,

I am still searching for another toy

rather than waiting for mine to be repaired.

And when in need, I screw up my face and cry,

so maybe that baby in me did not die.