In shadows deep, where silence screams,Men wear masks, stitched from broken dreams.Strength defined by absence of tear,A world where softness is met with sneer.

Under the weight of unspoken woes,He treads the path where no flower grows.Emotions buried, heart turned to stone,In a crowd, yet always alone.

Voices whisper, demanding more,To be a rock, a lifeless core.But beneath the armor, a soul confined,Yearns to be gentle, to be kind.

Break the chains of toxic creed,Let hearts bleed and souls be freed.In vulnerability, true strength lies,For even men have the right to cry.