a real "man"

He always stands up straight and tall,
As he is never allowed to fall.
He cannot show that he is weak,
Even if his life seems so bleak.

Because he's supposed to be a man,
Lives his life not by "can't"s, but "can"s.
And if he has one moment of doubt,
He should die before he lets that out.

He takes in a breath and puffs out his chest,
Hiding the fact that inside he's a mess.
Whatever happens, he can't shed a tear,
Showing his emotions is his only fear.

Boys are forced to grow up so fast,
Their childhood is never allowed to last.
Society just doesn't understand
That muscles aren't what defines a man.

A real man isn't afraid to cry,
A real man doesn't sit around waiting to die.
What's important is the size of their heart,
And that they're unafraid to be set apart.