A bother this boy has grown to be,
No one else has yet to see, what this boy can truly say and bleed,
Attempting to shove out the pain, push this agony behind him, it festers.

Current condition collapsing to a dwindling blank stare,
Oh my this boy seems utterly broken and bare,
Only to implode into a shrill of cries and shrieks this boy releases tears,
"Someone will hear, I must stop this before I am revealed.",
State of mind recoils in protest,
This poor boy only desires some proper rest.