When I was a boy
I was punished for joy
If I saw it coming I ran
But he always had a plan
Tears were a curse
Because I got it worse
I forced to "be a man"
And to take it where I stand
Now because of being someone's psychological toy
To be abuse and destroy
I can no longer cry
No matter how hard I try
It's just who I am
I'll be like this till I die
I wish something could help me get by
But I know nothing can
Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 6:37 PM UTC
When I was a boy
I was punished for joy
If I saw it coming I ran
But he always had a plan
Tears were a curse
Because I got it worse
I forced to "be a man"
And to take it where I stand
Now because of being someone's psychological toy
To be abuse and destroy
I can no longer cry
No matter how hard I try
It's just who I am
I'll be like this till I die
I wish something could help me get by
But I know nothing can
I know the syllables don't go together. It was originally one big stanza with no coherent rhyme scheme but I split it up because it made it read mildly better but this is back to bow I wrote poetry just to leave stuff behind and I will l probably either edit this or his it from everyone
