There was a boy. A simple boy.
He was shy, insecure and unsure about himself.
He loved his parents.
And his parents loved him back.
But the world did not. he knew it . He felt it
He was a sensitive, loving and a straightforward boy.
Girls terrified him.
His parents had taught him well. He respected women.
He knew how to be around elder people.
But what should he do when he was people his own age?
He wanted people to like him.
He wanted people to want to be his friend.
He wanted to have a good impression on the girls.
But he was an ordinary looking boy.
He was not rich.
He felt bad about it. If only his parents had worked harder.
He hated that he felt this way.
He was apprehensive of this world.
He was terrified
Terrified that the world would know how sensitive he
was and once they knew they would crush him.
So he kept it a secret.
He was good at keeping secrets.
He told the world he was strong, confident boy and able to
do anything asked of him.
Because thats what the world wanted.
The world accepted him this way.
The world treated him with respect.
The world expected things of him which he delivered.
He put up a good show.
He was sharp at reading people.
He needed to be.
He was constantly waging a war with his inner self.
He fought with it. He kept him down.
He suppressed himself.
He had adjusted to the world well.
However the world around him was changing faster than he
could adjust.
The world was more open.
The world was more forward.
Girls and boys his own age were doing the regrettable.
He was shocked to the core.
This had shook his morals.
What kind of world was he living in, he thought.
He did not know how to react.
The world expected him to be ok with it.
The world expected him to be ok with everything.
The world wanted him to not show what he truly felt.
He could feel but not show as the world did not want it. Did
not need it.
This constant turmoil was taking its toll.
He had to fast adjust.
Or the world would know.
He could not , could not let that happen.
So he adjusted. He was ok with it.
Not for the world but for himself.
For his secret.
Dearer to him than his life.
