My mom loves it when I cry
It’s the only way she knows I’m alive
How sick is that?

She’s scared I’m going to turn into my dad,
Stoic and silent, fashioning himself into a stepping stool until one day
He’d held up too many feet and he cracked
She’s scared I’ll end up like him, dead like him

The problem is, from the moment I was born,
I started walking down that path
Even if I wanted to, there’s no way to turn back

You’ll never hear me cry,
Only the dark will ******* silent tears
But for every time you’re called to step up,

I’ll be here.