Man Up

You tell me to man up
Once again assuming

But how the hell can I do that
When I don’t even feel human?

Suppressing your emotions?
Well that’s a benefit to none

It’s only when words are spoken
That something can be done

The man’s man is a dying breed
And very rightly so

Drowning your sorrows is futile
Those bastards don’t need air

In time they’ll suffocate you
And smile as you despair

Expect derision immediately
If you utter that ridiculous phrase

A man doesn’t hide from his demons
He handles them face to face.

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