His pain

Afraid to show weakness, he tightened his fist,

Afraid of not being shown respect, he bottled up his tears,

What’s wrong?

Probing questions he isn’t accustomed to provide a response to,

See, he was raised in a world where bliss was his display task,

Unable to give a voice to his thoughts, he raises his head to the sky,

Unable to verbally express any emotion, he painful utters don’t worry about it...

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