The silent struggles of a man
I am a man and I have some silent struggles. I am not allowed to vent, feel sad or be vulnerable. Sometimes I'm complimented starve, The ladies think I don't deserve to be told how good I look. Sometimes I struggle with body image like women, But who cares? Who really cares? Source I am not allowed to cry, I bottle up so much pain just because I was taught to be a man, "Weak men cry," they say, But I am only human. I'm not allowed to go broke, I should have all the luxuries and afford everything, Please, I am just human. When I'm emotional, I'm called a weakling, They call me petty, When I'm trying to be nice, They call me flirty. When I am masculine, They call me a monster. I face domestic abuse too, But how do I share it? No one ever believes, Women are always justified. I do the chasing, I do the work, I must start a conversation, Or else the whole room becomes cold. When last was I gifted? They believe I should always give: money, flowers, gift car...