we all live our everyday lives
with concealed pains and misery
which we have tried to put behind us
but which still taunt us.

we have tried to show our strength.
even when it hurts
we have come to terms of what we are
yet we still bear the print of weakness.

our shouts comes out like a moan
that which they fail to realize, since they don't care
our complaints are dismissed
under the guise that we want pity.

we have tried to come out of the chains of masculinity
to show that we can do what they do
but they tightened their grip
to remind us of where we belong