Gold I am seen as small and insignificant in the face of those who are older I could stand up for myself if I was only a little bolder Adults shrug me off like I was a bug on their shoulder Their hearts and minds would be of ice if their words were any colder "You matter, you count" are what the grown-ups told her But lies of love and appreciation are what the really sold her Unable to meet the expectations or let anybody mold her Makes her think she would be loved If her golds were a little golder.