When a grown man cries
A single tear will fall
Men think when Displaying emotions
you are destined to fall
A tear in eye
A hand on face
A smile in a frown
The wrinkles out of place
He dislikes vulnerability
Never would he speak
Knowing he was in the proximity
Of the people who sought
To think of him with pity
The darkness and hurt
he deep down feels
He can’t express
They don’t think how he feels
When he sits alone in his quiet room
The air seems too dense
As the events came too soon
A man does not cry when he’s angry
A man does not cry when he’s sad
A grown man cries when he submits to the
Feelings he very clearly has
“I’m a grown man,” he says, I cannot cry
But he sits in the corner
Unseen by the eye
He waits for it to pass
The feelings he feels
He’s in denial that what’s real is real