He’s always poppin’ jokes
The life of the party in every room
Always floating like a cruise
Hunching women to mask his bruise
Internally, bleeding
Heart is breaking while his core is incessantly weeping
No one sees the broken soul he carries
If only, If only, someone carried the weight of his worries
Only saw what he showed,
Constructed false narratives to pharmacies
Stress is clogging his arteries
To avoid the burden created his tomb
Smile shifts direction as he walks into his room
Every emotion awakens, an internal boom
Drinks to sleep every night—
He doesn’t care if he wakes up; one less fight
Where are his friends?
The people who are supposed to care?
He provides his shoulder for many;
No one is there for his bury
Society condemns him if he expresses his emotions
Women denigrate his manhood if he lacks promotion
When he explains himself,
They fail to understand him
They believe they do but always underhand him
No one comprehends his reality
Inwardly in warfare, a distorted society
Ranking high-caliber men, disregarding calamity
Afraid of love cause it has always cost him,
Rather be in the dark; only hate appreciates him
Anger is his pain; aggression is his chain
He rejects God cause he can’t comprehend his plate
Why him; what did he do; it was all done to him
If there is a God — he says, how can he call to Him?
Behind his pain, how can he bank on Him?
Good article.