You, Man

You, man, are taught to play games at an early age,pretending and lying to yourself, walking through life with blinders, being strong, standing straight, wearing a suit of armor no one can penetrate, strenuously carrying the weight of your families' crest, the blood of your honorable ancestors, the soldiers who handed down this pittance in a will you were just too busy to read and didn't understand.

Ignorant.

It is an admirable trait to cry, to show weakness to those who have shown you their worst and their best, and to admit you are wrong. It is a medal to your spirit to be brave enough to walk that path that scares you most, yet you don't take it, you wouldn't dare.It would mean changing your entire life and you hate change. You would rather sit in quicksand than lifting your feet and walking. It would be hard, but would it not be worth it? You risk nothing and remain stagnant because you are afraid.

Coward.

Those days of men, real men seem to be gone. Now you walk masked with fallacies, while muttering vacuous words that are only intended to selfishly provide your own ego a quiet night alone with your own pleasures. You have failed to see truth while covering your body with denial. You sold out for what you thought was right to appease others for the sake of the removal of your guilt. It wasn't a self-sacrifice like you try so hard to convince yourself it is.

Stupid.

You let it slip away and every day you suffer with the memory of what could have been, what was so easily yours, yet you let go and for what? For a plastic world where you close your eyes in pretense, where friends aren't real and family isn't yours, where women you once loved now use you for what you can do for them, nagging you for more while never giving anything in return, selfishly taking your pay for those "faults" that make you happy, those faults you escape in. When will it be enough? When will you stop punishing yourself?

Martyr.

You keep searching for something to fill in that tight little hole and never understanding why you are not satisfied. You are not satisfied because you are in the wrong place, with the wrong people, in the wrong life. You cannot revive what has been dead before you started. You can only walk among them like a zombie, which is what you do every day and every night. And sooner or later, it will catch up to you.

You, man.


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Rosana Modugno 3 years ago from 10th Kingdom Author

Very true. It's too bad some people miss out on true happiness because they don't listen to their own inner voice. It's a wasted life living in denial.


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goego 3 years ago from Loserland

Yes it did, I felt this story was about following your heart, and not following what has been "pumped" into us


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Rosana Modugno 3 years ago from 10th Kingdom Author

I love poetry like this...very "outside the box". Did mine remind you of the Tin Man? Just curious. Thank you.


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goego 3 years ago from Loserland

I wrote this while reading yours,

http://hubpages.com/literature/Come-toto

Nice write


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Rosana Modugno 3 years ago from 10th Kingdom Author

Thank you.


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Johan Smulders 3 years ago from East London, South Africa

Amazing and so true!


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Rosana Modugno 4 years ago from 10th Kingdom Author

Well, thank you again for the compliments. I like that you can read through the lines and I'm very glad we're friends, ay? lol That was my Canadian hello from FL.


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epigramman 4 years ago

.....again I love the title: You, Man! I am probably the only man who will read this and not be intimidated or put off. You certainly have a way with direct language and don't pull any poetic punches here which I respect and admire ..... you definitely talk the talk and walk and walk - and once again , proud to say , I am your first. lol

sending you warm wishes and good energy from lake erie time ontario canada 1:18pm

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