We are not known to be soft
We hurt but never show
Being strong is the only option
We were given by our society.
Violence is a thing to some of us.
"Am hurting but they don't see
Tit for tat is a fair game indeed,
So let me share my pain within"
That's the thought each day.
Most are not talkers.
Devoured by the rage they keep hidden,
They breath through their knuckles
Trying to prove they are strong
Not to others but themselves,
They indulge in fights.
Not all relay on their strength
Some are weak
So they find refuge in drugs
Try to burn the pain
Relinquish it out
Quench the sorrow
Smoke it out.
Regardless of the effects.
They rather get addicted
Than let the world know
They bleed just like the rest.
Too proud to seek help
They destroy themselves
In search of salvation.
Girls are comforted for their softness
Yet boys are judged.
Too sentimental they say,
Each time we let our emotions sway
Girly! we will seem
If we let them see us weep.
As if being a man means
Being tear dry.
Be strong strong my son
That's all we hear since day one
Completely sculptured by those words
We are left with no choice but to be.
Never having hope that things will be OK
Cause OK is a vocabulary we learned not
Always being the shoulder to lean on
But never asking for one
Completely broken in the dark
But gifted with the ability
To fade and phase our emotions
As dawn brakes
Love to us is not of interest but a game
At least that's what they all say.
We love
We cry when they leave
Try to keep pace with them
We hurt just like the rest.
Once shy twice foolish
So we locked up love
Just as we did emotions.
Hurt is where we hate to be seen
Heartless we seem and they question
Ignoring their role in us being so.
"It's OK to cry son", words we never heard
Our true colors
We consider a flaw
Better yet a curse.
Never to be known
We hide them just like the rest.
Lucky for us
No body ever asks
No body wants to know
