A Man's Ego

Men have three letters
and so does ego.
But are they actually
the synonym of it,
or is it just a facade
they wear because
the society forces
it upon them.
They say 'men don't cry,'
but what am I
suppose to do
when I get hurt, yes
I get hurt,
I want to scream
and smash as well
But society is a dungeon
which has locked my tears
Or
at least they try
But the night
comes as a saviour,
The deluge
of darkness
allows me to
unlock the forbidden
gates of dungeon
and perform the crime of
releasing my tears.
And as the morning sun
rises above the horizon
I renunciate them
Like they were
never a part of me
I stand by the mirror
with a huge smile
a smile that can put
the sun to shame
But as my eyes
meet me
I feel a heaviness
in my heart
as if I've betrayed
my own self
for the sake of society
I grin my teeth
bite my lips
clench my fists
as I put on my facade
I walk out of my home
wiping the shadow of night
I wear those three letters
as my armour
And as I smile at
every acquaintance that
passes by
the society says, 'that's a man, a gentleman,'
but if my lips fail
to make a curve
they stamp it as
my 'ego,'
'A man's ego.'