Mother calls to me,
yet I will not answer.
I see dread in mama's eyes,
yet I will not be warm.

Mother loves me in her way,
which has taught me to love in mine.

Little boys grow
to be men who act as boys.
Boys that learn to
act not feel.

Boys who seek shelter
in idle mischief and malevolent fun.

Alas, all the worlds a mother's fault
at least in the eyes of her son.