You don’t know how hard it is,

To trudge home in the rain,

Wearing 3 inch stiletto heals.

You don’t know how hard it is,

To have your heart ripped out,

And stomped on by almost every guy I meet.

You don’t know how hard it is,

To have the perfect body,

That every guys yearns to have and hold.

You don’t know how hard it is,

To try to fit society’s guidelines,

When your tormented with pressure.

You don’t know how hard it is,

To have to search for a bra,

When your 11 years old and don’t understand.

You don’t know how hard it is,

To get “the talk”,

When all of a sudden, your bleeding from where you shouldn't be,

You don’t know how hard it is,

To wipe tears from your eyes,

When you don’t understand why you like someone.

You don’t know how hard it is,

To try to feel wanted,

And get left out on the curb.

You don’t know how hard it is,

To try to make friends,

And keep them for more than a second.

You don’t know how hard it is,

Because after all,

Your just a boy.