He as I is a product of others rather
Yet he holds his head hi while I hold mine in shame
He has a way of coping and refrain
Yet I feel like the door mat lying in a drain
Hi softly asks me questions
I do not understand
And sometime when I'm away from him
How quickly they consume
I have to try so  quick now to be ok and bright
So he won't choose to leave me
Or push me out of sight
So I'll be strong And silent
Present that I'm ok
So he won't see my fear and sarrow
And have to walk away
Just got to be the normal and pretend that I'm ok