Gentleman At Heart

Every morning I set my gaze to the glass wall, it reflects a person I know to have good intentions deep in their heart. When I brush my teeth I feel the touch of words floating before me as each bristle makes contact with my teeth. I know the feeling of being a gentleman, yet I am afraid to be who I am.

Tears that were never shed have been inside my eyes since I was a young. "Wipe those tears, men don't cry. You have to be a man!" I never agreed with the words of my father.

Knowing what I want for myself is a struggle. Having thoughts drilled into my psyche since birth. I filter the emotions that I find stirring inside my gut. My actions don't reflect the person I want to be.

I am trapped in my own bubble slowly dying due to CO2, created from my own intake of oxygen. I know myself to shed tears when I find myself in bed.

Never have I questioned giving up my seat for someone in need. I cherish the smile they grace upon me.