Every sunrise feels heavy,
I get up only to get blamed again.
You don\'t know me, haven\'t even tried,
Yet I am blamed for every poor girl died.
They say respect me, don\'t even correct me.
Yet I get beaten up, law biased for us.
I am a Man, is it an honour or curse?
They decide it, the nature\'s elites.
They expect, I provide, not enough though.
I fight back, and I am the worst thing in world.
They say be gentle, yet they label me weak.
They say be masculine, now I am a wicked wretch.
No say for me, they decide who I am.
Still, they want more because who I am?
They want a fantasy, not real love.
They want acceptance, not a tie.
Thou want me confident, stand tall in frame.
Yet I have no say in how you behave.
Want to get accepted as thou,
So don\'t tell me how to be me.
Thou want a beast with soft heart,
Yet too scared when there he is.
You want a poet who reads your heart,
Yet too scared to face when he is.
You have no meaning, no destiny.
If thou are wise, would have shown it to me.
Don\'t blame me, for your failure.
Be accountable for what is missing.
I am no one, meant to be saved by you,
Thou have no authority, have one on yourself.
I am not everyone, better than you will meet.
I take responsibility, for one I love.