I'll bite my tongue and cry a little inside

 

Boys don't cry
so why would
eye see
Something so masculine
break down before that man
standing before that shattered mirror
Pain
I the mask presented
All you'll see
I'll bite my tongue bloody raw
Masking lunatic perfection
underestimated and taken for granted
Explaining
something so simple
as an empty vessel
as if the complexities of ohms law
would irradiate the incandescent pixels
operating an alien space suit
non existing outside of time

I'll bite my tongue and cry a little inside
Jesus wept did he not?
As they sectioned his Mary
The moral being
Don't park that empty vessel
On non existent double lines