What Makes A Man

What makes a mans heart turn bitter?

Deceit

Disappointment.

Hearing words that forever changes his life that leaves a scar. Followed by a rash that leaks constant blood.

Is his only form of food and liquid his medication is his past his tears try to heal, but its no ointment.

Unloved with conflicting actions.

The things in his life become math problems.

Two times the problems a fraction .

He adds what he thinks will help in his heart which is already way over compact.

Then they leave one by one the good....

The bad...

The past and future seems to be subtracted.

Where people say that he is doing good, but where is the proof it is not provided.

The teams and so call real friends he had are at each others throats somewhat like the country that we are now in one nation for the selfish.

As we are divided.

A glimmer of hope gets him excited.

Where he knows that there is hope.

He sees what he wanted what he temporarily had and when he sees it, it makes him sick.

What makes a man a man?

What makes him have the will power to move on from the pain and suffering?

What makes him say that I can?

When he feels that he can't

When all he can do is think that he is not wanted.

Where all he has is a pool of words that he has spoken and rained.

Where it seems he is running out.

That is all he is walking in is a flood.

The clothes on his body are clean.

He is fairly nice, but on the inside it is dirt and mud.

Know one to go home to.

There was no such thing as a best bud.

What makes a man keep going?

What make him truly strong?

What makes him want to have this independent mentality when he knows that he hates being alone?

What pushes others away from him?

How does he push away his own?

What makes him cry?

What makes him want to die in the heat of battle when there is no will?

What drives a man to kill?

How is it I look past that time when my heart turned bitter?

Maybe cause I know that there is shoes that I need to fill.

How is it that I deal with deceit?

Maybe because I know that others depend on me. Maybe cause I hate to see the good weak.

What makes me become so disappointed?

What makes me get over it?

Dreams and thought....

Knowing that I hear words, but I also speak them in hope to one day with the rest of the writers that I have met we can change at least half of this fucked up world.

How is it that math for me always was a problem, but for twelve years of school I made a promise to get out and I did.

I am still going I forever will swear I solemn.

I don't need to hear that I am good I know right from wrong.

Yes I depend on getting excited to get away from the thought of having no true friend.

The fear of being alone.

How do I deal with being sick when people make me choke?

I decided to become the person that my former friends and new enemies hate.

That is what I did as a boy that is what I am doing as not a man, but a young man.

Take my hand the rest that people know about me continue to try to hurt me.

I will make your life hell.

The weak will survive as long as people like us are alive.

So take my hand.

Haters I can give less of a damn.

Now do you understand this is me...

What makes a male.

How does one truly understand another persons mind.

I am not yet fully a man.

Only a man of youth.

I shall become a man in time.  

Author's Note

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[c.m.]

As I was reading this, I had one man in mind. Not all of you, just one. Maybe that's the point....good job with this one, I loved it.