The Broken Man

They call me broken because I cry,
They look at me differently,
Their eyes call me weak before their lips can utter a word,
When I walk, my face speaks to the ground,
For I have no strength to face their judging eyes.

When I speak, they listen keenly like the jury,
Not to understand me, but to vindicate me of my weakness,
In the corners, they ask, what man cries?
What man shows his weakness?

Clearly, I am a disgrace in their sight,
A feeble man,
A Shame to the society,
Know one looks up to a man like me, they all look down on me,
Because I am a man that cries,
That is my sin in the face of the society.




The wages of sin is death, that is the punishment,
But my punishment is a tag of disgrace on my head,
A label of weakness next to my name ,
But they forget, that I am only human

I am allowed to breakdown when everything comes crashing down,
That I am allowed to say help when my feet can’t carry me,
When all my heart does is spill out pain,
I am only a man,
I am only human.