Being Real In a Fake World

Is it his smile or his brown eyes, could it be his voice or how hard he tries? Is it his laugh or how he talks, could it be his cry or the way he walks? He is loud and intense, real and true, to most it's to much not knowing what to do. A heart of gold, his emotions on his sleeve, a lot walk in, but they all turn and leave. Bite your tongue, and be a phony, just be yourself is all bologna. People come and go all the time, not to worry, things will be fine. He doesn't need anyone, he is strong all alone, just don't expect him to pick up the phone. He has everything and everyone he needs, it's to late for the rest, even if they beg and plead.