My mother told me that Gold fishes were priceless
I doubted her like her previous lovers,
I wondered why she never replied to my letters
Was she a fraud under-cover?

I wondered what happened to my childhood friend
She had killed herself, I never could see the end

I wondered why she hadn't written back?
Was it because of the love she never had?

I wondered why gold fishes were necessary,
She is prettier, they aren't extraordinary
They swim and they ease into the background
They aren't relevant,
They don't make a sound
They die when their owners don't take care of them
They float they don't feel pain

I think I am a gold fish, I swim to the brim
I get hurt and suffer and yet,
nobody notices a thing.