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Hiding behind his sense of masculinity
Comes a form of femininity...
With his lips barely parted to softly speak
His eyes never open from their deep sleep
Because behind his mask of false expression
Hides a true face full of tears of pure depression
Their salty taste fill his entire mouth
But he never decides to just shout out
Slowly and surely each day he is dying
Because he cannot stop himself from crying
Every day he lives with a calm mask of sincerity
Kind and generous and full of purity
Society views him as an emotional wreck
When really society needs to be checked
With tears barely held back in their sockets
He sheds no emotion, only stuffs them in his pockets
He is ugly and misread and people wish him dead
Every day he is burdened with scars he did not shed
Even if he tries to make a stand for himself
Nobody even listens, for they care for only themselves...
One day he put a knife towards the center of his neck
To end everything, to end everything so quick
His tears filled the floor just like his blood would soon
His scars burned with sadness, sadness always his boon
He looked in the mirror and saw the one they all hated
The knife glistened with the tears that everyone baited
He screamed as he cried, "Somebody love me..."
His cry came unanswered, for an eternity of loneliness was to be
Nobody was around, and he couldn't slit the muscle
The scars inflicted upon him boiled and rustled
Now everyday he cries himself to sleep
Still carrying a mask of serenity for everyone to meet.
- Title: He can cry too
- Artist: WrymZero
- Description: Just a short, simple poem.
- Date: 08/07/2011
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