That runs the documentary
Of one tough rhinoceros boy,
Who never sobs and never toys,
Who doesn't flee and never flinches,
Never turns and never inches
Away from life and all it's knives,
All it's bullets, all it's lies.
The screen that plays the movie now
Of cracking jokes and beatbox sounds,
"He's surely one confident man,
All the girls must long his hand!
And his friends must feel so blessed
To be around one so fearless!"
No single frown dares scar his head,
No danger pierce his heart of lead
What if I told you that this great,
Charming man plays only bait,
Who dwells behind this sanguine screen
Is one engulfed in misery.
Behind the laughter sits a tear,
Too embarrassed to appear,
It sheds itself only at night,
Where it no longer has the might,
The might to hide the simple truth,
That all it needs is love from you.
Spoiler
This poem describes my life situation right now. I feel like I'm wearing a mask.
