They robbed us!
The one’s that told us what it means to be men…
They told us feeling is wrong.
And they taught us to be STRONG is to be silent.
"Build a pit," they said, "make it so deep that a lifetime of emotion can’t fill it."
And we oblige.
But we know it’s there…
The stench keeps us up at night.
The fetid fumes cloud our vision;
The windows to our souls opaque to the outside world and those we Love, those we want to reveal ourselves to.
Meanwhile, inside, we’re clawing at the glass with bloodied hands.
GOD HELP ME!!!
I want to be free of this!!
I’m a human being!
I have hopes,
I have dreams,
I have fears,
I feel sorrow, I know regret, and I believe in redemption…
but all of this...
It's for someone else… someone weak.
What a lie!
So delicious we swallowed it whole—a bitter pill dipped in honey
Given us by those we love,
by those we trust.
The poison works through us,
T w i s t i n g us, turning us against one another…
You’re a man!!
Be a man!!
**** it up!!!
**** it up until it chokes you!!!
**** it up until you can’t feel anymore!!
**** it up until you’re dry and broken!!
**** it up until you forget...
What life was and what death is…
**** it up because that’s what men do.
They corrupted our legacy
They stole our future.
And we let them do it.
We helped them do it.
I have so many friends that have absolutely no idea how to express themselves. They spend a lifetime denying their emotions and when the mid-life crisis (revelation) comes around they descend into a deep depression and struggle to "find" themselves.
I don't even know if it's possible to climb out, to breathe fresh air after the weight of a lifetime of repression/suppression is lifted. I hope it is.