Men

No longer will you be the same person you were before.
This event sticks to your mind like a bandage to a wound.
The medicine to heal the area burns as you lie on the floor.
Will this self- inflicted, mind- numbing, feeling leave you soon?

As you glance at the clock, you realize you are late.
In a rush, you put on your pants, a shirt that you wore almost everyday this week, and a tie with a stain on it.
Treating your shoes like yourself, you step on them and proceed to race
Out the door and cross the street without getting hit.

Office cube 35: You enter and sit at your desk in peace.
No other sounds except for the typing of co-workers.
Maybe, this day will not be as bad as you weep
Silently in your subconscious with thoughts that cannot be heard.

Hours later, your friend attempts a conversation.
You try to blow it off except others come to you now.
Telling them you are fine, you go back to work.
Your friend keeps at it, noticing the scars and asking how
it happened.

To be male, you must know how to lie.
The blue eyes of this female show that she would worry more than you
If you dare tell the truth of your life that you hide.
You say to her that it was from cooking, and she believes it...phew.

No one knows what it is like.
To conceal how much you do not want to be here,
Wanting to be left alone in the darkest of nights,
You had not been sane for years.

All they want to know is everything.
Why are you acting this way?
You need to go get help.
Their worried faces stare through yours everyday.

You want to quit your job.
Never will you need to face the light.
Why must men have to be strong?
Why must they always have to fight?

Old days, old times, same tradition
The male is superior and no pain possible.
This day, this time, this perception that is sick,
He must always appear to know what is good and what is not.

They do not understand!
When will this change?
I can not go on when this rant.
Sadly, I am filled with rage.

Leave me to this room of torture.
No sign of hope admist the walls.
A woman, I have none to call mine, which makes it worse.
All I had I have lost.

Devour me for free.
Let misery be my best friend.
Death is my lover.