• One acrid little tear

    by  • March 23, 2018 • * Safe for Work *, Disappointment • 1 Comment

    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.

    One Response to One acrid little tear

    1. K
      March 25, 2018 at 12:12 am


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