Boys aren't supposed to have these things called "feelings" because of the simple things like being told "boys ain't supposed to cry" or "boys are supposed to be strong so they can protected the ones they love."
these little things I took to heart and I became what the world thinks boys are but now regretting that I wish to be able to wake up those feelings so I can be normal, so I can love, cry and be happy but at the end of it all my feelings ain't coming back they're gone
now even if someone I love died I can't even cry at their funeral
so thanks stereotype for destroying the one thing I wanted from the day I was born
my own feelings and to be able to express them freely.
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