there is nothing here, there are no marks
it was the closest i cam to crying: that night
but i can't. under layers of masculinity forced upon me my whole life.
but there's a silver lining, when i finally do it. i'll be just another goddamn statistic.
did you heard dad? that i'm confused?
i can be your pretty boy
i don't mind
if you'll hate me less.
my mind is a battlefield
my mind is a prison cell
my mind is a mine field
stop treating me like something that i'm not
i am not like that
and i don't want anything from you.