Do you see us when we cry?
When we try to hide our faces in the sand?
have you ever thought it through,
That these people might be hurt too

Do we seem like we do not have pain receptors in us?
Nay, we are born out of bone and blood
We also feel the same pain you do
Only that the world sees us as weak
and your strong when we show it

Do we seem like goats
We do not need to be told
“You are a man, be one”
Will you tell these words to
my boy when I am gone?

Of course, I am a boy! Is that a curse? Can I not feel hurt as well?
Or will you only notice my tears when I drown in the well

Please look into my eyes and tell me It’s okay to be a hurt boy.
From a friend that cares,