Men and their feelings

I know not how to express myself,

Talking loudly is interpreted as anger

Saying nothing is construed as weakness

Expressing yourself calmly becomes a passive aggressive attack

And I know not how to express myself

My stomach churns, my thoughts race, my heart beats a million miles an hour

I lack the ability to truly portray my emotions through words

Yet my body screams all that needs to be heard

My bones ache and my heart hurts

My eyes are heavy and my hair begins to fall out

My muscles become tense and rip slowly over time

My beard becomes bushy, my eyebrows are thick

My skin cracks from tension and my shoulders ache, they bear the weight of a thousand years upon them

I am judged on my physical appearance, yet even that dissipates

Oh god what have I got left

I am a man

I am vulnerable

I am beautiful

My heart bleeds kindness

Empathy flows in my veins

I pray to take anyone’s pain for I wish it upon no one else

Yet I sit

Here

In the darkness

And a single teardrop hits my cheek

I hit reset

And the clock begins again tomorrow