The Crime

I did a crime,
I shed a drop of tear once.
Yes, it was a crime,
A rather terrible one actually.
I was convicted for my deed.
My tears were shackled
I was pursued to veil them,
By a veil named ‘Men don’t cry’.
I’m drowning in these
Shackled tears I’ve within.
It hurts, keeping them stagnant,
They wanna flood out,
But are confined by
The veil of ‘Men shouldn’t cry’.
It hurts, not being able to
Explain ‘How it feels…’
It hurts because ‘Men shouldn’t express’.