• Hiding behind his sense of masculinity
    Comes a form of femininity...

    With his lips barely parted to softly speak
    His eyes never open from their deep sleep
    Because behind his mask of false expression
    Hides a true face full of tears of pure depression

    Their salty taste fill his entire mouth
    But he never decides to just shout out
    Slowly and surely each day he is dying
    Because he cannot stop himself from crying

    Every day he lives with a calm mask of sincerity
    Kind and generous and full of purity
    Society views him as an emotional wreck
    When really society needs to be checked
    With tears barely held back in their sockets
    He sheds no emotion, only stuffs them in his pockets

    He is ugly and misread and people wish him dead
    Every day he is burdened with scars he did not shed
    Even if he tries to make a stand for himself
    Nobody even listens, for they care for only themselves...

    One day he put a knife towards the center of his neck
    To end everything, to end everything so quick
    His tears filled the floor just like his blood would soon
    His scars burned with sadness, sadness always his boon
    He looked in the mirror and saw the one they all hated
    The knife glistened with the tears that everyone baited
    He screamed as he cried, "Somebody love me..."
    His cry came unanswered, for an eternity of loneliness was to be

    Nobody was around, and he couldn't slit the muscle
    The scars inflicted upon him boiled and rustled
    Now everyday he cries himself to sleep
    Still carrying a mask of serenity for everyone to meet.