Emotions, when expressed, lead to a certain kind of vulnerability
That bubbles within Lip's chest
And no one, not really, has sought to break
The ice hardening within;
he is a kind young man,
With empathy latching onto his forearms
and enough compassion to wear as a clean shirt
But, surely, those were learned traits!
"No one of Gallagher blood
was that good!" was the implication
because it's obvious that
emotions that benefit others
are not something genetic
because the blood within his veins
determined that Lip's future
was nothing more than grunge
underneath the train.
A part of Lip wants to be
good pure lovable worthy
Of something more than some fucked up Gallagher
half out of spite,
half because he's determined to show off that
he's capable of growth
into a man of morals
that don't revolve around fighting for survival.
The worst part of this mental gymnastics
he's let himself wallow in?
Lip's not even sure he deserves the
potential to grow up, grow better, grow at all.
He's never had the time or the energy
to devote to this kind of thought process
so maybe it's best
to repress everything bubbling up in his chest
as it deserves to be.
Was he deserving of the Gallagher name?
No Lip wants to whisper to himself
But another part of Lip wants to say to himself
You don't have the time berate yourself for having the blood you never asked for;
and all of this,
the world that's kicked you while you're down,
is more than you bargained for, anyway.