As he wakes up he puts on his costume
The mask to hide the emotions
The cape to save the world except himself
He learned his whole life to carry all the weight on his shoulders no matter if his back shatters
He fights wars, learns to shoot, he learns how to get stronger to defend himself from attackers
Meanwhile his costume is wearing out
The uniform he used to wear proudly now are pieces of fabric sewn together with no value
Toxic masculinity became his prison
The handcuff society used to keep him imprisoned
They are no guidebooks in life that taught him how a man should express his emotions but only to keep it within himself
His glass was over flowing with the emotions that he kept in a casket buried
He wants to scream but turned it into humor, going to the gym for a couple hours,
Playing 2K until he falls asleep, getting lit on a the weekends with his boys
Every raindrop in the thunderstorms aren’t compared to the teardrops he shed in his room
Then he wakes up once again wearing his uniform wearing his mask and cape holding his breath
waiting for the day he can finally breathe fighting the war being a soldier
