HOW A MAN THINKETH

HOW A MAN THINKETH

Why do I feel alone?

With brothers who would answer the phone.

With my partner a text away.

With my friends a short drive down the road.

Why do I hide away?

When I know to seek for help.

When they say it’s not weak to speak.

When I know it’s best not to be alone with my thoughts.

Why do I feign a smile?

When I want to punch the wall.

When I want to break down in tears.

When I want to escape the world.

Why do I feel so low?

When I’m supposed to “choose” to be happy.

When I’ve got a roof and a full belly.

When everyone on Facebook has it all together.

Why?

Because men don’t cry.

And you gotta have it together.

And if you show “weakness” you’re a pussy.

And you’d better not open up.

And you can’t trust anyone.

And nobody fucking cares.

And don’t be a burden.

And fuck it, I’m out.

A poem by Aaron