Like a wound

Im a boy
But once a month i bleed.
I wear a pad,
Putting it between my legs like gauze to cover a fatal wound.
Hoping and praying for the blood to stop,
Like any girl would do and does they repeat this until the week ends.
But as a boy,
I am not allowed to become emotional,
Or get upset and cry over little things.

As my body is expelling blood as if I got stabbed.
I have to pretend I don't feel the stabbing pains in my stomach.
Pretend at this time it doesnt hurt to bind.

I still bleed once a month but that doesn't make me any less of a man than the ones who don't