I think
I’ll start again
I feel
this life is broken
enough of all this pain
existence
oh, so tough.
I want a clean slate
erasing all past memoirs
they haunt me anyway
so what is the fucking point?
Sailing through this life
all mystery and mayhem
rebelling against the order
the one that castrates me.
It is hard to be a man
so sentimental and fluffy
not allowed to be
soft
gentle or kind.
The others take the piss
they tense
they taut
they hurt me
all because I feel
I carry so much shame.
It’s hard to be a man
to fight for what I believe in
when all I want to do
is prove
I am not insane.
medusamoon 
trust me Medusa there are days i feel exactly the same. im still not sure what the point of our existence is.
Hey Arjun….because we rock!!! :~}
Yes… We all feel that way at times ! Great write!
Indeed,….. thank you! :~}
There is no shame in being true to yourself. The shame lies with people who judge others lives. You are your own best friend because nobody knows you better than yourself – I really like this emotive and original piece of poetry, glad you are you to share it.
Thank you drawharmony. :~}
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Steph
Thank you Steph. :~}
Unless you allow yourself to manifest you will never be able to transcend it.
:~}
Nice poem…
Thank you Nikhil :~}
Thank you AD Joyce.