When a little boy cries, we hold him and tell him,
_“it’s okay”_
But when he becomes a man, we push him away,
_“hey now, don’t be ga..”_
Yet you’re happy to be everything to everyone, even if it
gives the impression that it benefits you the most – bend
a bone to break yourself, to prove you belong.
But if a man breaks down being honest; be honest, he has
to prove himself – that his tears really belong to his struggles,
to fully showcase everything that is so wrong, to leave an
impression on everyone.
The darkness has counted and held most of my tears, along
with my fears that one day they’ll all be revealed.
Feb 17, 2025
Feb 17, 2025 at 9:51 PM UTC
When a little boy cries, we hold him and tell him,
_“it’s okay”_
But when he becomes a man, we push him away,
_“hey now, don’t be ga..”_
Yet you’re happy to be everything to everyone, even if it
gives the impression that it benefits you the most – bend
a bone to break yourself, to prove you belong.
But if a man breaks down being honest; be honest, he has
to prove himself – that his tears really belong to his struggles,
to fully showcase everything that is so wrong, to leave an
impression on everyone.
The darkness has counted and held most of my tears, along
with my fears that one day they’ll all be revealed.
Request permission to use this poem