Oyster
I am an oyster,
My protective layer I keep shut, safe
To the outside world, a fake me.
My shell, a way to pretend,
A way to protect from the harsh world
Attempting to break, to feast
On my vulnerable core.
Yet inside, I am a mess of flesh and bone.
A being trapped by their own body,
Longing for an escape.
Darkened Colours
Behind teals covered with joy
Behind the gates that protect us
Behind the faces of laughter and fun
They see the laughter and joy
They don’t see the people struggling and hiding who they are.
The kids who change themselves to save themselves.
The kids who do everything to protect them from the misery they face every day.
Hide your colours and you’ll be safe
if only that was the case.
No one who is different is safe from the abuse they will face.
It will get better they say the end seems
so far away for many of us. Maybe one day we’ll feel safe but not today.
Secret Dancer
I don’t want to be loud
I don’t want to be rude
I don’t want to be rough
I don’t want to be crude
I hate standing out
I can’t handle slagging
I like to dance
But I want to fit in
What Men Truly Are
Men are lied about.
Men are told they have to be Masculine,Fighters.
Never to show their emotions.
But that’s not true.
Men are meant to be themself.
Everyone is different, some can be more feminine,
some can be Queer
some can be Sweet
some can be smart.
That’s the actual truth.
To be a man is to be yourself
and not to change yourself for what others think.
Man Cage
Why must a man have to trap himself within a cage
To force himself to be solemn and silent,
is it for appearance or cover up his unique page?
Perhaps it is for their supposed charm to women,
To make them head over heels and be smitten.
What if their cage is from their own choice and vice versa?
Instead of appearing weak and timid like mice.
A man cannot show that he can love, dance, draw and sing.
A man must learn to break his birdcage, and free his wings.
This Broken Prism
I never liked myself
I never thought I was right,
I now realise I never gave myself a chance,
That with all the love I have for my family and friends the person who it the most was me some was me,
Id see the lads on the team talking about who they like and being so confident and Id try to emulate that,
I locked away who I am because of things that in the grand scheme of things mean nothing,
I tried to change myself and “fit in”
but nobody is the same and I needed to get to know myself
instead of getting to know a mask of someone who isn’t me.
Im not there yet but the most important thing is Im trying to know and love myself,
To be myself, to know Im not just a wierdo and that Im an amazing person
even if I dont “fit in”, because who really “fits in”,
Its an arbatrary term,
And I’m rid of it,
Im not trying to act anymore and Im just going to do what scares me most
out of all the horrors in this world
“Be myself” and love that person dispite my fears
and what I dont like.
Be Brave Be Kind
Men aren’t supposed to be hard and tough all the time
Men can be kind and care and that’s not a crime
Men are not always supposed to protect
Sometimes we need to have respect.
Be Strong
They told me to be strong, but not too strong —
to cry, but make it cinematic, not messy.
I’m supposed to lead without leading,
protect without offending,
earn more, feel more, talk more, shut up more.
Every scroll tells me what I’m failing at —
my abs, my empathy, my ambition, my silence.
I’m both the problem and the product.
They say “be authentic,” then sell me a version.
Manhood feels like an app that’s always updating.
Plastic Men
Men are not all the same
Even if someone people believe the claim
Just because so many wear a mask
And try to make sure that people dont ask
Even when pretending just hurts us more
And we dont even know who we’re doing it for
Please stop comparing to what we’re supposed to be
Let it be known, I’m a me not a he.
Say Nothing
I hate when men don’t talk
when people use social media for love
and when they think love is to stalk
i love when men are ok to open up
and trust you with their feelings
they talk and dont know when to stop
emotional intelligence finally showing the side
in which only women would get off them except this time
it’s off me a male which some would say is rare
thats what i love about trust.
To Not be Hurt
I was always expected to be emotionally strong but im not.
I’m supposed to take it
but when I say something im the bad person
or they didn’t expect me to say something back.
Its not just particular people that are nasty
its just the ones that really don’t care.
Being hurt makes you stronger
but if I could get the chance to have not been hurt
I would have rathered that.
Expectations
Theres too many expectations
Too many opinions
Too many ways u have to be
Too many jokes about how you are
Which makes it hard
But theres good aswell
Some people dont care
Some people dont judge
And thats what makes it all n good
The Light
From work to school,
Some men think they’re cool,
Fight in the halls,
And slagging, right or wrong.
Vulnerability is an ability,
That can lead you right,
If you let it speak,
It will show you the light.
Myself
I think to myself, and wonder
What should I do, or how should I do it.
Should I be myself,
Or be someone else.
Will they accept me for who I am,
Or who I amn’t.
So I think to Myself and wonder.
Should I be myself or someone else.
Everyman
should be in society
is be respectful and have integrity
and emotional Strength,
self discipline,
supportive and fair and loyal.
Being a man isn’t about being tough
we should be authentic.
Make it Up
I hate how you have to wear certain clothes
to be acceptable to certain people
acting as if the clothes on them describe a person.
I hate that my mates around me have changed
to become the man they think they should be
taking away from how they used to act
and how they used to be.
Gunslinger
I come from America, Home of the great,
People hate cause I put more on plate,
They think that I make guns ablaze,
And think I wore overalls back in those days,
The best gunslinger in the lands,
But that’s not ME, it’s not me man!
So come with me, let me take your hand,
And show you the true me.
Some are Dense
Most on the fence of who they are
Some are inattentive
Most have incentive to be the big one
Some want to listen to none
Most wish for their mistakes to be undone
Some watch as time flies
But few stand up
when others cry.
Stuck
In a world where you can’t
speak your feelings.
Trying to hide them
so you won’t get any slagging.
In a place where vulnerability
means weakness.
We try hide our feelings
to show no weakness.
Red Pain
The struggle of a ginger is like no other,
But it’s not my fault I inherited from my mother,
Her hair as firey as the sun itself,
Like you’re staring down at the pits of hell,
I break masculinity by wearing glasses,
I don’t care those manly masses,
My cousin Dillon, he can’t hear,
He’s got an implant in his ear,
But me and him should not fear,
To let our true selves show.
What is Strong?
People always say a man has to be strong
and act like nothing bothers him.
Don’t talk about feelings and don’t cry,
just get on with it.
But that’s not really how it is.
Most lads actually think a lot,
they just don’t say it out loud.
Everyone’s trying to look tough,
but half the time we’re wrecked inside.
I think a man should just be decent,
look out for people,
be honest and not be afraid to talk.
A Rant About Men
I think men should be able to talk about their problems more and most men think people won’t be able to understand their problems or can’t help so they just shouldn’t talk about them but there is always someone to talk to about everything. I lost a friend recently to suicide and I’ve had encounters before that people were suicidal and that talking to someone about their problems wouldn’t help until they actually did it and now they are doing much better and striving. In summary, I believe that men are almost forced to keep their problems inside and I believe that it is their surroundings that lead to that.
Simple
I think that we could all be just beings
We could be simple and free
Live life like all we need is to be
Share berries and clutch for cold under the forbidden tree
But day and day again we turn our backs
We share hate and flounce our pride
Everything we love we simply lack
And I can see that’s we use all of it to hide
So if we stopped then maybe we could live life simple.
Electronic dependence
My phone broke recently and I was surprised.
I was astonished about how I couldn’t find anything out.
We are the most connected then ever but without a phone you are more alone then ever
Phones should be used as a tool and not something you depend on.