Little white lies

I don't tell lies,
except that shy, fine, little, white lie.
The one where I say I'm fine, I'm okay,
yet with an invisible tear I cry.
The one I tell when the stresses and strife all get so much that I hurt inside,
yet outwardly I smile wide. A defiant stance or false pride?

You see, men aren't supposed to cry,
to show a weak side, a depressed mind, a sigh.
We are not meant to feel the pain,
just get on acting tough, throughout the rain.
We have to smile, show we don't feel,
well we do and it takes time to heal.

Emotionally should I stand tall and proud like I'm told to
when all I want is to fall and break, whats a man to do?
Those years of hiding the pain behind a bottle
of self harm when I was at rock bottom
when I sunk lower and started digging
all the while that little white lie kept singing, couldn't admit I was slipping

I still tell that lie, from time to time,
but more often than not ill ask for a hand to guide.
I still cry some nights, now I write it down,
turn it into something to learn from instead of starting to drown.
Many people are not as fortunate as me, they don't get the help they need,
and for each and every one of those my heart truly bleeds

Thanks for reading,

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

If you ever feel the world is getting too much, ask for help, dont bottle it up, dont hide.