A man's tear is worth his pride, I was told.
For every spill it makes, his vulnerability shows through.
For every pain he suffers, the observer feels.
Emotion rides through both men and women,
but it is to men's advantage when they shed.
For when he cries, he subtly mopes.
For when his heart aches, he brushes away the tears.
When sympathy rushes in, he is angered.
So why do you sob in shouts of hurt?
Why do you allow everyone to see the tears you've held back?
Why is it only now... that you're starting to seem human?