I see the raging questions in his eyes reaching out to scorch me, ever so slightly. Anger, pain, betrayal and so much more is reflected from him. A person might combust just by taking in his presence. An innocent young soul, came undone because of society's harsh tricks. I give him a smile and he gives me contempt. I raise no questions for I know his misery, all too well.
Why do, only females, get to shout about their sufferings? &
Why, only males, have to suffer in silence?
Why doesn't anybody listens to him? Why don't they tend to him? Why don't they trust him? Why he has to be an iron armour or knight in shining armour?
He's tired. I can sense it in his presence now. He suffered it. Yet he was silenced because "Mard ko Dard nahi hota", "boys don't cry". Just like the girl they are standing up for, he also suffered pain. He also went through physical, mental and sexual abuse. Yet no one came to his rescue. No one came to talk to him about it.
He's not just mad, he's now enraged. He's now enraged at the world around him and now he doesn't cares anymore at all. The world can burn to death and he wouldn't care anymore.
I feel remorse for him and pity for ourselves. I can't even answer him because honestly, what shall I give him as answers? This is what we've become. Hiding behind masks, protesting for the rights of equality, ignoring this tiny yet big speck of equality that is needed.
His anger is justified and I don't even blame him. We made him. We are solely to be at fault.