When I was young and wooly
we all could laugh and tease
someone would say "your mom!"
I could always handle these
Now, as I've grown older
I've grown delicate and weak
My friends must check their tongues
They feel uneasy when we speak
There are some things they just don't say
some problems not addressed
Although I feel ashamed inside
Sometimes I think its best
And so I keep my hat on
and keep my dignity inside
My close friends I keep distant
In hopes my fears will soon subside
What they don't see can't hurt me
But, I can see it in their face
They know I feel uneasy
So they all give me my space
They know I have a problem
One that I cannot admit
And so, I have my hat
and I keep it under it
Despite my many friends I'm lonely
Despite my needs, I am alone
You see my problems now are bigger
It is my hair that hasn't grown
Perhaps one day my friends will help me
They won't be silent anymore
They will make me face the question
Why do I feel so insecure?
You see, I know my friends, they like me
With, or without my hat
It doesn't matter how I look
As long as I am honest
Then we all can live with that
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 8:04 AM UTC
When I was young and wooly
we all could laugh and tease
someone would say "your mom!"
I could always handle these
Now, as I've grown older
I've grown delicate and weak
My friends must check their tongues
They feel uneasy when we speak
There are some things they just don't say
some problems not addressed
Although I feel ashamed inside
Sometimes I think its best
And so I keep my hat on
and keep my dignity inside
My close friends I keep distant
In hopes my fears will soon subside
What they don't see can't hurt me
But, I can see it in their face
They know I feel uneasy
So they all give me my space
They know I have a problem
One that I cannot admit
And so, I have my hat
and I keep it under it
Despite my many friends I'm lonely
Despite my needs, I am alone
You see my problems now are bigger
It is my hair that hasn't grown
Perhaps one day my friends will help me
They won't be silent anymore
They will make me face the question
Why do I feel so insecure?
You see, I know my friends, they like me
With, or without my hat
It doesn't matter how I look
As long as I am honest
Then we all can live with that
