A silent voice

Silent and unseen,

Boys burdened with sorrows, their hearts torn and keen.

With stoic faces and eyes that conceal,

The anguish they carry, wounds that won't heal.

In a world that expects them to be strong,

They're taught to suppress, to hold it for long.

They bear the weight of expectations and fear,

Their cries for help drowned, invisible tears.

Their pain may go unnoticed, like whispers in the breeze,

Yet their souls ache silently, longing for release.

In silence they suffer, each burden they bear,

For society tells them, "Boys, you mustn't share."

They're told to be brave, to never let go,

But vulnerability hides beneath the show.

In tender hearts lie battles fought alone,

Their struggles and fears never fully known.

The pressure to conform, to fit the mold,

Leaves scars on their spirits, untold stories untold.

They yearn for compassion, for understanding's embrace,

To find solace in others, to reveal their true face.

Let us listen attentively, with open hearts and ears,

To the silent cries that echo through the years.

Let us break the silence, extend a helping hand,

And create a world where their pain can expand.

For no one should suffer alone in the night,

No matter their gender, their struggle, their fight.

May compassion and empathy be our guide,

To heal the wounds of boys who suffer inside.

Let us shatter the chains that silence their voice,

So they can express, so they can rejoice.

For in unity and love, we can bring them light,

And help them find strength to overcome their plight.

So hear their silent pleas, and let compassion rise,

To acknowledge their suffering, unveil their disguise.

For in understanding and empathy's grace,

We can erase the silence and bring solace to their space.