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I look at the girl dancing in a craze,
with so much happiness masked over her face;
She looks like she has it all,
just like she tells one and all.
But oh- how much I wish to lord
that someone would look deep into her brown orbs,
stop her from dancing,
and hold her from pacing,
wrap her in a warm embrace,
and let her be vulnerable with grace.
Someone who doesn’t ask her a why,
but just shows her how beautiful can be her life.
For she is so fragile and dumb;
and with all her emotions now gone numb,
she needs to be shown
that its the whole world that she can own.
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I look at that boy crumpling in itself.
The boy who always makes everyone laugh and keeps on laughing and never lets sadness overcome him.
The boy who was told to “Man Up”
The boy who holds back his tears, because certainly, “Men Don’t Cry”
The boy who never asks for help or who never lets someone through his heart because he is a “Strong Man”
The boy who doesn’t tell anyone when he is broken because that makes him a “Weak Man”
The boy who was tired of all the rules the society made and gave his life up because he couldn't handle being a MAN anymore.
He just wanted to be a boy all along.
He wanted to feel all those emotions all along.
He just wanted to enjoy life all along.
But he couldn't because he was told to be a MAN and not JUST A BOY.
Just look at his limp body and be numb because he was my support. My everything.
And I couldn't even do a thing.
Yet I couldn't do anything as he lay like a white sheet in front of me.
I couldn't do anything except; scream in regret and guilt and remorse.
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