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