The False Man

A man is what everyone wants and sees in me. I don't know what to do. I am not a man. I am not perfect like everyone thinks. I am not smart, or handsome, or even talented. They all want me to be something else. Why can't I be me? I can't because I'll let everyone down. The image they made for me is too hard to handle. Let me be me. They won't let me. I try to keep my emotions in, but I can't let them out. When I do, every thing becomes chaos. I am tired of it. Why can't I have emotions like everyone else? I have been hit and beaten.I have been thrown and cut. So why can't I cry? Why can't I talk about it? When I do talk about it, everyone turns against me. Me. The little boy who can't cry. Who has been beaten. Who has been left without love. Why can't I want to end this? Is it wrong? Why would anyone care? It's not their problem, it's mine. Let me handle my own problems. Let me ask this. Would you want to go through the things I went through?