I may seem heartless sometimes
But that's only on the outside
In my heart, in my mind
I'm still a boy inside

Whilst I may look like a man,
(What the hell, I'm tall enough)
And seem inhumane as anything
Getting through the day can be tough

Names yelled out at me
But I sweep it aside, mouth shut, no talk
What I didn't say is it collects,
Litter on the sidewalk

I may look the part
And act the part as well,
But in all honesty,
My mind isn't free
And on these insults I dwell

Your promises come out
as pre-splintered words,
already having a tarnish.
And yet I am hopeful,
always, that I may be able
to pick them up, rub them
with my shirtsleeve just so,
and see the gleam of a true
promise. But no matter how I try,
how tenderly I handle the pieces
of your intentions, they always
crumble in my fingers,
confetti litter on the floor.