He's broken and nobody knows
Hatred for himself, staring past the book shelf
And into the mirror he calls his mind,
What 'it' says must be the truth, his perception is reality
No hoax, non negotiable, no spoof
He doesn't take on what others think, kindness exerted, his replies through gritted teeth.
He's hurting, he's broken, he's crying for help...
Because when your hurt internally, sometimes no cry comes out.
He's you, he's me. He's anybody.
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Henry Plume
Writing helps me see life more clearly, I love music, running, the gym, entrepreneurship and growing as a person after pitfalls like the end of relationships. Follow me to be part of a journey of poetry, self discovery & improvement.
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Men should be allowed to cry and be vulnerable without being judged. Loved your poem!