the boy who lied

they say

'you're a man, so act like one'

so he plays

to the beat of their tin drum

he chokes while he smokes

belt around his waist

jokes with the blokes

though he hates the taste

doesn't like causing hurt

but still he fights

bruises under his shirt

and sleepless nights

downs case after case of tasteless beer

when his mother cries, tries not to hear

not tough enough, just filled with fear

he couldn't dare care, or shed a tear

he couldn't be honest, he'd already tried

he always became

the boy who lied.

The End

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