A charismatic character hiding a broken boy in a cage,
Crimson curtains hang over it,
No eyes can see.
But mine can see the masquerade.
I see behind the walls you build,
I see the boy hiding in the corner,
Eyes swollen and red,
Cheeks flushed,
Hands hiding the true you.
You can't hide from me.
I know who you really are.
I see your thoughts,
And feel the way your body aches,
And how your crooked smile
Is only a veil.
But your father tells you,
'To be a man, is to show no emotion'
And your mother says,
'Big boys don't cry'
But to be a man, is to be human,
To be a man is,
to let the little weeping boy,
shackled in a cage.
Free.
