It's hard to know what to say
what to tell
When everyone wants to read so much into it

He's not a father to me
and by now he won't even bother to pretend
I don't know when he stopped

He wasn't always like this
I can almost remember
This peacock is not as everyone sees him

But that's why I can never tell anyone what he's really like
For I can find no words to describe
and when I try, he won't understand