How many men honestly say

They put on their children's shoes every day

Instead they die and pray through their wallets

Fall asleep in tears of annulment

Dancing in their heads is the pain of obscurity

Bleeding to death their esteem of their failure

They put on their life along with their soapy children,

Trying to not let anybody stop them from being themselves.

stopping them

from being.

Afraid of them

afraid of their young pain,

and scared of their lack of fear of insignificance

They tie them up in spider words

Choking to death their esteem of their future

And praying with their wallets

They don’t fall mindlessly into a pool of anonymity.