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Just thoughts. |
| He wipes angrily at the tears that come to his eyes, He was always told as a child that women despise A man that cries, they think that he is wimpy and weak, Most like their men tough as for security they seek Strength and support; why did his mum feel she had to jump? Leap from that bridge to her death, his heart begins to pump Almost skipping a beat, one tear escapes, falls alone, Why all his life, since that day, has he tried to atone For her act? The church says suicide's a selfish crime. The orphanage's nuns made him feel he was doing time, Used his abandonment as an example to show Others his failings. No one came close enough to know His angry feelings, aggression by his hate fed For his once loved mother. Back to now, he shakes his head As he stares at the ground so very far down below, Thinks of his son for a moment, then jumps; now they'll know! |