Mr. MacInnes had decided it was time to talk to Brian about his appearance. He didn't want to, lord knows he wasn't a stickler for such things, but lately it had all gotten a bit out of hand. It ... [+]
Everyone’s talking about me, mum
I feel so alone
They told me to get in the cage if I have balls
But my legs withered in the rainstorm
Do you think I grew out from earth?
I wish I had roots connected to home
Electronic eyes in streets
Howling outside of my window
I don’t know if they’re men or wolfs
Or maybe just an audio
I’m scared, there’s nowhere to go
(Now, I fall asleep)
I dreamt of a unicorn
Taking me to back to the tender lands
There, my grandma taught me knitting
And chickens sleeping under the willow trees
Mama, I’m all well
I wish you’d understand my struggle
So I won’t be afraid of you
When I return home