Men Don’t Cry

As a child
In my youth
Taught by others
To hide the truth

I often sat
With feelings inside
So’s not to risk
The loss of pride

Wishing then, that
Without reprieve
I could wear my heart
Upon my sleeve

And speak of what
Was on my mind
But instead I chose
To turn inside

While drying up
My saddened eyes
Teaching myself
That ,”men don’t cry.”

Over time I guess
I’ve forgotten how
To use the tears
To let things out

Now I’m grown
And wishing I
Could remember how
To sit and cry


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