It’s not always loud.
Sometimes, it’s the silence that disrespects him the most.
The way no one checks in unless they need something.
The way he’s expected to carry the weight of the world with a smile.
The way people only notice his mistakes, not his effort.
He’s the protector, the provider, the fixer—until he breaks.
And when he does, there’s no shoulder waiting for him.
No warm “Are you okay?”
Just cold reminders to "man up" or “get over it.”
He listens to everyone.
But when he speaks, no one really hears him.
He gives his time, his energy, his heart—
But rarely gets the same in return.
It’s the small things:
The ignored messages.
The fake support.
The jokes that go too far.
The love that comes with conditions.
He suffers in silence because that’s what he was taught:
"Don’t be weak."
"Don’t show emotion."
"Real men don’t cry."
But here’s the truth:
He’s not made of stone.
He bleeds quietly, behind locked doors and forced laughs.
And the loneliness? It’s loud.
But he’s learned to live with it,
Because what choice was he ever given?
So next time you see a man who looks “fine,”
Look closer.
Sometimes, the most disrespected ones wear the strongest masks.
Sometimes, it’s the silence that disrespects him the most.
The way no one checks in unless they need something.
The way he’s expected to carry the weight of the world with a smile.
The way people only notice his mistakes, not his effort.
He’s the protector, the provider, the fixer—until he breaks.
And when he does, there’s no shoulder waiting for him.
No warm “Are you okay?”
Just cold reminders to "man up" or “get over it.”
He listens to everyone.
But when he speaks, no one really hears him.
He gives his time, his energy, his heart—
But rarely gets the same in return.
It’s the small things:
The ignored messages.
The fake support.
The jokes that go too far.
The love that comes with conditions.
He suffers in silence because that’s what he was taught:
"Don’t be weak."
"Don’t show emotion."
"Real men don’t cry."
But here’s the truth:
He’s not made of stone.
He bleeds quietly, behind locked doors and forced laughs.
And the loneliness? It’s loud.
But he’s learned to live with it,
Because what choice was he ever given?
So next time you see a man who looks “fine,”
Look closer.
Sometimes, the most disrespected ones wear the strongest masks.
