Crutches

Crutches 'I' Face, too Deny It's deep from the pain, my feelings inside Moving forward, plain is my face 'I' laid bare Hands once mine impulsively 'I' move Each is compelled 'I' must show Must each man show that bone to each woman he meets or is it the devil she wants and then keeps It is just my social 'crutch' a really big bone is a pain in her side, says her friend Woman are supposed to stay mentally strong so they can have a stroke 'I' as a man know each my 'crutch' she my weaknesses and 'I' hide them inside other woman am 'I' afraid, she wont tell, my next friend it would mean 'I' filled her with fear i'm trying to show you my face it's my 'crutch' that i wear, in your place 'I' to am he only human 'i' know, please now just go far away.