Burning its way out of my eye.
Men should not cry, and so I drink.
For years I worked to build a better man.
“want to be loved, be worth loving”
It rang so true at the time and I tried so hard.
I worked for years. Be kinder, be more open, believe in yourself.
I failed.
My kindness overshadowed by silly jokes, trying not to be that quiet guy.
My openness lost on a world that does not want to hear.
My self believe, shattered by the revelation that the first bit of ego I ever had made me seem condescending.
Broken hopes.
A new starting point.
Tonight I drink
Tomorrow I stoop and build myself up again, with worn out tools.
I have built so many things that other men envy, why is it so hard to put a tiny little patch on this human.