Men's Tears

It breaks my heart...when a man cries. A scene that we are not used to. Culture has deprived them from their right of expressing their weakness...their sadness...most of their emotions, just because of their sex. No matter how civilized and open minded I am struggling to be, I still have this mixed feelings of sympathy and contempt. It still raises this question of what this character would turn out to be.

Maybe I am just afraid of his weakness towards me although this fear is deeply mixed with happiness and satisfaction...and it raises my self confidence that I feed on. However, I feel evil when I am using this...gradually I will hate myself. Am I using this? Honestly, I don't know!

Although love is as beautiful as how artists describe it in their poems and drawings, it is full of many ugly feelings like weakness, selfishness, exhaustion from such heavy burden and duties....it's not that easy to live love.

After a while, tears don't motivate me like before. I saw weakness in the eyes of many men. I could tell who would cry.

I saw tears locked in his eyes. He tried to keep them locked for as long as he could. He pulled them back and chained them inside his sad eyes. His eyes were expressing obviously how badly his hurt is. He was deeply in pain. How could I do this to him?! How cruel I am!
I wonder when I turned into that monster. Am I doing this because I was badly hurt before? Is it a sense of revenge from man kind? Am I enjoying seeing them in pain? Am I sick??!

I love him...in despite of everything, my body shivers still when I think of him. I lied when I told him I don't feel him anymore. That's revenge!
The ridiculous thing is that while thinking I'm punishing him, I punish myself in a crueler way. That confirms I am sick!

I thought he would shed tears one day. He did. I seem to be good in pulling-down men's tears.

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