582 (21.01.2016)

We are not boys with hearts of hardened stone,
And yet we hide the things we think and feel
And end up feeling sad and all alone,
As though all this emotion were unreal.
When I am hurt I put on a brave face,
I do not let my guard down and I lie,
I say "I'm OK." but I'm in a space
That tears me up and makes me want to cry.
If I could just express the way I hurt,
If I could just allow myself to show
The pain that's hidden just beneath my shirt,
And how I long to simply let it go.
Yet still I keep it in because I fear,
What you'd think of me if I shed a tear.

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