Yes I bow my head low sometimes I even cry.
I shake my head and wonder how much more can I bear.
If I really express myself who would care? I’ve heard statements,” You’re a man.” True
enough, I’m also human. Yes we do at times take things for granted. Perfection isn’t a part of my DNA.
My thoughts are mixed up; I know that I am a man.
A man with struggles.
I once thought I was loved but was betrayed.
I gave and gave and yet parts of my life was stolen.
I listened and embraced sweet kisses and was shrugged off like I was a no body; to others that I thought actually loved me.
I’ve been beaten.
Look at my scars. Not only physically also mentally. It hurts to walk with my chest out sometimes. Its called pride, having this self image of a man.
Generally speaking, we feel the pain too.
We are fathers, brothers, sons, and husbands. We sometimes lack the compassion and we are men with mistakes and a past that no one can judge us.
Still in need of love and understanding.
So women don’t look down on all of us, we do try. We love, hurt, cry, and die trying because we are just men.