I was taught
to deny it,
but I know
it's there.
I was made
to suppress it,
and I tried
to obey.
Sometimes,
the only way
I can express it,
is this way -
though the written word.
A visual healing
of a sort.
Be a man they said.
Big boys don't cry.
I think I suffer more
by camouflaging it,
than i would by
declaring it vocally.
If I could just scream
and carry on
at the top of my lungs,
perhaps, I'd feel better.
What that's you say?
It's okay?
All right. Please excuse me
while I screech,
ignore me while I curse,
and pardon me as I
release loudly
and vehemently,
all the pain,
I've kept hidden,
in my life!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very honest piece..written with great sensitivity...David - unarguably one must not keep one's emotions bottled up...they must be released irrespective of whether it is a man or a woman 10