Poetry

His pain

Afraid to show weakness, he tightened his fist,

Afraid of not being shown respect, he bottled up his tears,

What’s wrong?

Probing questions he isn’t accustomed to provide a response to,

See, he was raised in a world where bliss was his display task,

Unable to give a voice to his thoughts, he raises his head to the sky,

Unable to verbally express any emotion, he painful utters don’t worry about it...

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