You’re not really a man-

I would know, because I am,

And since you’re not like me,

I will never let you be.

I spend time every day

Telling you to look away

From the things that you feel,

Because I don’t think they’re real.

And some days you are weak,

Sobbing until you can’t speak,

Hiding all of the pain,

And taking all of the blame.

Maybe I don’t know how I hurt you,

Calling you a beautiful girl,

And maybe I never will,

But I keep coaxing out the curls.