Untold…

Tell me again why I need to be tough. To show no emotion for it is weak. Then tell me that I cannot be loved. All bcuz I am a man that doesn’t know how to breathe. Act as if I’m not an attraction if I’m too much for you. Or even enough when I’m more than an empty shell. Then pretend I’m wrong when I leak from my inner makings needing a friend who is true. When it was you in which I fell. Express your opinion of a man from a woman’s perspective. Knowing you haven’t a clue of the weight we carry on. Emphasize the fact how a feature I haven’t is being attractive. All bcuz I don’t live up to your version of ignorance as I’m scorn. Then run to others and convince them you’re the victim of situation. And how I couldn’t relate to the thought process of false men trapped in your head. Just don’t leave out the part where I’m not an imitation. Oh, and how when I laid you down and banged your desires out as you feel off the bed. Downplay me for your character to live on the pedestal in which I placed you. But don’t speak of the manipulation that shines the light upon toot face for other men to believe you’re with the cause. I’ll keep my silence so you never return to expect me to find a use. It wasn’t me that got lost…