To speak of the matter…

Who am I to be this way? Entitled and self absorbed, not wanting another to touch my name. Why is it that it’s this version I’ve claimed? Maybe there’s a reason in the way I stare of into the distance with the same ol gaze. Women don’t want a man who doesn’t need them around. And the ones that do like the challenge until their verbal assault can’t change the man they’ve found. So where is the mental illusions leading the erie echo’s that seem to be profound? 90% of the shit in my head makes sense and for that I’m proud. It’s the female agenda that creeps me out as most want to be an equal to men as they alter themselves from the essence of their own beauty. I don’t want to compete. It’s safer to lust from a distance and interact in daydreams. Especially with their over dramatic thoughts forcing emotional mood swings. How did I come to determine luv is a one way street with no signs? Dames make it evident that they’re exercising their independent rights. If it’s not about them then they’re damning a man’s approval as they become irate and wanna ignite. Men have enough conflicts in our lives. We’d just like someone to get along with. A chick that can entertain us as we laugh from the tickle in the ribs. With someone who knows what it takes to to do their part as naturally as breathing to live. Fellas can only confide but never follow the opposing gender bcuz the thought process is distant in our own minds. So, am I wrong for liking the silence that settles the nerves? Bringing self back to self worth. Knowing what it’ll take so self doesn’t hurt. Or will that be too much of me doing me as my smile is witnessed as a smirk? Men hardly speak real shit to a woman due to feelings that need not apply. The concept is an attack due to women can’t stay outta them long enough to enjoy the fundamentals of life. And then it’s exit stage left as men ignore the babbling of femininity that blurs the line. It simply isn’t worth the fight. The comprehension differs like opposites do. The chaos that’ll follow the initiative of reason hasn’t a use. Is this why I’ve withdrawn my sanity and tucked it outta reach so I can move? Maybe I’ve been shown the proof? It’s possible a woman is out for herself as long as a man is cool with her not having accountability. That kills chivalry. Putting caution in a man’s heart that creates limits on accessibility. Men don’t do well with insecurities that hide behind instabilities. Why do I believe women trigger men to see how far they can push him outta himself? So she’ll know where her boundaries aren’t felt. Men don’t need help. We don’t enemies hiding in plain sight just to deal with what’s to be dealt. Am I the arrogant for speaking abroad? Are my words coming across as an irritating sound delivered as false? Do I havta play along? To give control to a woman that doesn’t know what a man is although claim to not cling to a man’s flaws. Bcuz to act like a man she’ll havta take on the characteristics of a man. The same thing she wants to transform into destroys her feminine form needing to mage a stand. Someone make sense of the lunacy of holding a woman’s hand. Bcuz it appears she just wants another fan. Someone to dismiss when she doesn’t get her way. To be the first one to speak so he’ll havta defend his name. All bcuz society caters to the ego of a woman’s madness as she only luv’s for self made fame. To be noticed even if it means being fake. As that starts in the beginning where curiosities linger. With the irrelevance of the version of themselves that resembles a calmer demeanor. Knowing damn well she deserves the finger. If it wasn’t for the sex, men wouldn’t at one lil bit need her. So is t safe to say, pussy is a tool? An act right statement that confirms either it’s accordingly to her way or you can’t play in the pool. Lil does she know that only works on fools. Chumps who give in to a woman’s intuition as they parade like loons. Is it ok to just want to be a man who wants to live in peace? Without the demand to fit a silhouette in need. We can’t wear a profile that isn’t molded to our feet. We can only walk in such way we individually think. Vanity is for women to obsess. Men would rather have the girl next door than a barbie to impress. She’s the loyal kind wanting to please just one man that we’d wanna invest. Men aren’t worried about the contents within a woman’s chest. The flutters change like the wind moving in different directions. And if it gains velocity the storm will create havoc on a man’s intentions. Leaving him in a state of suspension. To hover over himself as if looking in the mirror with so many unresolved questions…