Stand steadfast
Head held high
Even when you're low
Be a man
Poems of her
She feels upset
She feels she's not enough
Be a man
Don't show them
Don't tear up
Don't you hurt
Be a man
What of the nights
He stood alone
He sat and cried
Tired of being a man
You can't feel that
You can't show the pain
Work so she doesn't feel pain
What of the pain he feels
The late night thoughts
When he was tired
Tired of the pain
Fed up with the facade
He let his emotions overrun
He let the darkness in
The pain became him
But you'll never hear
Never read a poem
Or hear a song
About his pain
He has to be a man
So a man he was
Acted as instructed
Until one night
Well, at least he was a man until the end
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 2:08 PM UTC
Stand steadfast
Head held high
Even when you're low
Be a man
Poems of her
She feels upset
She feels she's not enough
Be a man
Don't show them
Don't tear up
Don't you hurt
Be a man
What of the nights
He stood alone
He sat and cried
Tired of being a man
You can't feel that
You can't show the pain
Work so she doesn't feel pain
What of the pain he feels
The late night thoughts
When he was tired
Tired of the pain
Fed up with the facade
He let his emotions overrun
He let the darkness in
The pain became him
But you'll never hear
Never read a poem
Or hear a song
About his pain
He has to be a man
So a man he was
Acted as instructed
Until one night
Well, at least he was a man until the end
