I’m a man’s man.
We don’t show pain.
Not physical, emotional or mental.
We don’t accept help of any kind.
We’d rather die than ask.
We aren’t afraid of getting hurt in a fight.
We are afraid of being beaten.
We don’t read instructions or maps.
We’d rather die than not be the breadwinner.
All emotion is sucked inward.
It comes out as silence or rage.
You can’t make us talk about them.
You can’t make us express them.
We just don’t have the capacity.
We’re a dying breed.
Often through passive suicide.
Because we also don’t go to the doctor.
Better to die early before we need assistance.
Or get frail, or useless.
Or before all that sucked in emotion explodes our heart.