Men Do Cry

I was always told, “Men don’t cry!”...
But no one really told me a reason why!
So when I fell and skinned a knee,
no one really came to comfort me.
And when I got bullied at school,
by a bully who was just so mean and cruel.
My fist I would quickly grip,
“It doesn’t hurt”, I would say, biting my lip.
So as I grew more throughout the years,
I learned to hold back any and all of my tears.
“Be a big boy” was the first phase that had began,
Quite soon after I learned how to ” be a man”.
Not even pain or setbacks could there be,
that could really get one single tear out of me.
Then one long night I laid, and sleeping nearby,
in a dream I watched the love of my life say goodbye!
I quickly woke up with tears upon my cheeks,
and not being able to move cause my body felt so weak.
And I quickly found to my surprise,
That all that talk about men don't cry was nothing but lies!
And still I cry and I have no shame,
I can no longer play that ” be a big boy” game!
My mind full of lies, talking about men don't cry,
but even men go through problems sometimes.
So those of you who don't agree
I really don't giva a damn, just let me be me!
When I feel the need,
that my soul needs to be freed!
All my tears will come in endless streams,
because men crying doesn't only happens in dreams...

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