yea, it sucks being what other people want you to be.
back in highschool i got dumped right before we our homecoming game
and ended up being so distracted i didn't make a single tackle for the first
quarter. then that made me depressed because i felt like a ***** that
let a girl throw him off his game. so i started crying uncontrollably and walked
off the field. the coach came into the locker room and while i was expecting
him to comfort me he instead called me a ***** and told me to "man up".

junior year in highschool. now second year in college (although according
to my transcripts im still a freshman.) and i haven't cried since. even when
ive wanted to. because im scared of being a *****.

i know it's not the same exact thing. but i think i feel what you are saying.

and not to be a douche, but your rhyme scheme is a little off on certain
parts of your poem. but like i said, not trying to be a douche. but im
a Lit major