Haystacks

I used to hide in haystacks
 Splinters scratching at my skin as I dove in
 Headfirst between bales of tried timber
 Sure I'd be forgotten by my ever-watching mother
 Confident she would not remember
 The one thing, the only thing she was looking after
 And there I'd hide so compact
 As if my solitude was enough
 But she'd call my bluff
 Why did I want you to forget me
 My hiding place awkwardly put
 Half of me was silently hoping
 You'd play along in the debris and soot
 But you're much too mature for my childhood games
 So you went on your way
 You're not the same as her
 No you're not the same
 My bed looks like a barnyard today
 My horse-like face in the mirror with a feeder as its frame
 I thought I might gamble, I thought you might play
 But you just left me here
 In a home made of hay