When I was a boy, I was told not to cry, Because I was taught, "Boys don’t cry." I learned to control my emotions, Never letting my tears flow down my cheeks. As a teen, I faced intrusive thoughts That held me back in my studies. I was teased and bullied by schoolmates, While teachers discriminated and insulted me for my marks. Each word and action Carved a scar deep in my heart. When I became a young adult, I felt the ache, the tender sting, In quiet places where changes cling. I woke at night, my sheets turned cold, A mystery unraveled, still untold. I felt the throb, the unfamiliar strain, A silent turmoil, a nameless pain. I walked this path, unknown and bare, Through fleeting shame and courage rare. I faced the nights and dreams that fell, Through aches and growth, I stood well. For in this pain, a truth I’d see— The boy I was, becoming me. I graduated, Relished my academic years, Fulfilling half my dreams— No
When I was a boy, I was told not to cry, Because I was taught, "Boys don’t cry." I learned to control my emotions, Never letting my tears flow down my cheeks. As a teen, I faced intrusive thoughts That held me back in my studies. I was teased and bullied by schoolmates, While teachers discriminated and insulted me for my marks. Each word and action Carved a scar deep in my heart. When I became a young adult, I felt the ache, the tender sting, In quiet places where changes cling. I woke at night, my sheets turned cold, A mystery unraveled, still untold. I felt the throb, the unfamiliar strain, A silent turmoil, a nameless pain. I walked this path, unknown and bare, Through fleeting shame and courage rare. I faced the nights and dreams that fell, Through aches and growth, I stood well. For in this pain, a truth I’d see— The boy I was, becoming me. I graduated, Relished my academic years, Fulfilling half my dreams— No