"Don't be a sissy"
They told me
Because I was timid and cried when
People spoke in raised voices
"Just deal with it"
When the sight of blood from my skinned knee
Brought tears to my eyes
"Who will handle the others if you break down like this?"
When I sobbed at the loss of my grandmother
I began to wonder,
Is it really worth it?
Is it worth it
For me to risk my mental health,
To bottle up my emotions
For the delusional ideals of a messed-up society?
Is it worth it for me to
Lock myself in the bathroom and sob,
To muffle my cries with my pillow in the dead of night,
Just to conform to
Society's toxic idea of 'being strong'?