Why Men Cry in the Bathroom

For so many reasons.
I will tell you the why.
I think you know,
Or perhaps, you think you know.

Men are always O.K.,
Even when not.

We expect the worse,
Accept the worse,
Nonetheless,
We are forever unprepared.

Wearily, we cry,
In the bathroom, in private,
Lest sighs slip by,
We be unmasked,
Early warring, strife signs warning.

Copious, tho we weep
Before the mirror confessor,
It is relief untethered,
Unbinding of the feet,
An uncounting
Of beaded rosaries,
Of freshly fallen hail stones,
Of night times terrors
By dawn's early edition's light,
and welcomed.

But look for the mute tear,
The eye-cornered drop,
*** tat, that never drops,
But never ceases formation and
Reforming, over and over again,
In a state of perpetuity of reconstitution,

The tippy tear of an iceberg revealing,
And I see you peeping, wondering,
What is beneath

Look for:
the torn worm-eaten edges of spirit,
thrift shop bought, extra worn,
grieving lines neath the eyes,
where the salt has evaporated,
discolored the skin.
worry lines,
under and above,
browed mapped, furrowed boundaries.
the laugh line saga,
where better days are stored,
recalled, as well as recanted,
publicly, privately.

Why just men?

I don't know,
Perhaps,
it is all I know.


Jan 6, 2013

Like an old friend inviting you to come inside.
Familiar. Comforting.
It will grasp you in its arms and hold you close;
And when you're ready to leave, it wont let you go.
You will beg and plead to be happy,
and it will put up a fight.
It will make you think that the only way to escape it is to take your own life.
If you are lucky, you can break free;
and it will sit and watch you from afar.
Calling your name.
Welcoming you back into it's arms.
It will intrude your thoughts.
Make you think you are worthless.
That you're better off dead.
Just keep telling yourself that it's all in your head.
Keep moving. You will get far.
Depression is not who you are.

Rapids we fly at speed of light
We ponder complex made by might
When seeded thought remains unsight
Our time we spend, no day or night
Our minds are on an elsewhere thing
We try to find a molten wing

But through the dark we see the fight
We know it’s not the final plight
For all the wrongs we try to right
No hydrogen, sulphuric nitrite
Our minds are on an elsewhere thing
We try to find a fallen bring

And try, and try, yes that’s our thing
Generations, sensations and mighty fling
We never suffer, but all else think
It’s judt hard work, no minor kink
Our minds are on an elsewhere thing
We try to find a golden bing

We wring our hands as if we’re not
The great minds that our world thinks ought
But true, yes true, we’re seldom caught
And yet for ever end be sought
Our minds are on an elsewhere thing
We see the sun, with mind not ink!

Laughing, they say I’m always different
Always the odd one out
Like it’s a joke
Like they’re trying to say I don’t belong
In their world
They don’t know how much it hurts
Their words,
Tossed out without a care
Looking down, wishing I wasn’t there
Or anywhere, really

But I realize
Different is Unique
Odd one out is Rare
Don’t belong is Extraordinary

Hurt replaced by pride, and acceptance
Resignation to be one of them
Fitting in as the odd one out, unique

Class clown, Popular girl, ****, ****, Genius
I’m all of it
A combination

I am from everywhere I’ve been
I am all that I have been
I know all that I have seen,
Thought,
Heard,
Felt,
Breathed....

I am me
And in my world, I am the perfect fit

We’re stuck in a world, not quite our own
We don’t really know where to find our home
What we think
Is not what we see
What we know
Is not what we be

Our true identity
Is so much of a rarity
Our knowledge of things
Don’t have no clarity

We seem to see, the world from behind
A different colored glass, every day
And often we have to be, now remind,
That the world is really a different shade

We can never ever seem, to ever decide
How to see the world in a proper way
For we never know, how to be beside
The side of the world outside the cage
We have locked ourselves in, so say

We want to know, how to break out
And with what to break it with
We need your help,
Oh, people on the other side,
To help us out from within

The world’s gotta have a
Shred of Empathy
At least Sympathy
Of the most minute weight

Please help us out,
Please end our plight,
Maybe a word and a smile
Would do
To make us trust
That it’s really you
Not some kind of weird voodoo

We need an explanation
A way out of starvation
Of understanding, that we don’t know