Noblesse oblige(dark side)

They called it duty— as if kindness was owed, as if compassion were currency paid by the privileged to absolve the world of guilt. They praised his strength while piling burdens, expecting sacrifice as if it were inheritance. They forgot he bleeds. That his heart fractures in quiet corners. That nobility is no shield against loneliness. They said: "You have more—so give." But never: "You are more—so rest." Never: "Let us carry you for once." never They dressed his servitude in honor, wrapped his silence in gold. But even saints crack, even saviors drown. And while the world feasts on his tireless grace, he starves in spirit, too noble to protest, too bound by debt he never agreed to pay.