Pain,my little boy

I can not fully let you know my pain,

You encounter yours and i deal with mine.

You may feel the twitch down your very spine

But never could you taste its flesh,

Just like the flesh of swine.

My pain is young

So it ends up crying

rather than pretending strong,it makes me a lullaby.

How stupid it is

to make me sad,

If he’s mine

Why does he acts so mad?

Maybe he wants to feel

How it feels like to be him

A sudden agitation to fulfill his whim.

Irony is,he is to himself an unknown

He is an emotion devoid of his own.

But i want him to know

When i smile he can be in pain and cry

And when i cry he can entirely enjoy.

This is how i could help him realize

that he is never alone

Sometimes he's mine and sometimes his own.