Book of hidden poetry

A Mans World

I am no philosopher but i think being a man is overrated.
I see people glorifying the state of being male, i see it for what it is, a scam.
What is so great about it?
What is so great about never being unconditionally loved?
Never just appreciated for existing?
Men are only loved for a couple of reasons.
Never for just being "human beings".
Everything's a race for us.
Everything's hard for us.
We're being brought up from day 1 to serve a purpose.
Never as children of Adam to be also cared for.
I guess they're right.
You never raise a boy.
You just feed and cloth him until he's old enough to do that for himself.
It's never easy or simple.
You get dragged through hell for being "a man".
You're told you can't cry because "you're a man"
You can't make a mistake because "you're a man".
You can't want or take for yourself without being classified "a man".
You can't say you can't because "you're a man".
You must do everything because "you're a man".
The parents give you tough love.
The teachers show you no mercy.
The friends treat you aggressively.
The siblings push you to the brink.
The girls have no chill.
All because "I'm a man"?

I have no shoulder to lean on.
No pedestal to stand/sit on.
I'm my own guardian angel.
Nobody to clean up my mistakes.
Nowhere to run and hide.
No shelter for days i can't face the sun.
Nobody to tell me "relax, it'll come to you"
Because it wont.
Why?
"I am a man"
So overrated.
Throughout recorded history
I've been the hunter, the fighter, the warrior, the struggler, the hoper.
The personification of all the struggles and hardships present.
And it is expected of me to be happy with it.
Never question it.
Why?
Because "i am a man"
I am a man!
But a human being also.
I have dreams too.
Hopes, aspirations and silly wishes for what reality should be.
I want to take a step back too.
I want to breathe and smell the flowers too.
I want to feel too.
I want the universe to work for me too.
I want to be judged based on the content of my character not what my status represents.
Or what i can provide.
But then reality is a secret.
This reality is a forbidden subject.
A complete set of rules eating us from the inside out.
Juggling so much i can't handle.

I have voices in my head representing my other brethren going through something similar.
Some telling me to smoke my pain away.
Some telling me to abandon all and run.
Others suggesting i should lose myself in the other gender like they possess the key.
Of course i can't do all of that because "I'm a man".
All that glorifying my strength and dominance yet i still need the other gender to feel complete.
How ironic.
And they wonder why i can't love?
Or why i have issues tying myself to other commitments along the way.
Or why when i think of it, shouldn't bring others to this harsh reality.
What for?
So they can also come and suffer? Hunt? Struggle?
So they can be measured against impossible standards?
So they fight a war they didn't start?
Build what they didn't destroy?
Be judged by skin color, region and what they have to offer?
Be judged by last names and shit they wear?
Be called a loser by listening to one of the voices in their heads or successful by strangers who feel they can make or break them?
The way i see it, I'm doing them a favor.
I'm not in a rush to teach them just how overrated their reality is.
But neither i nor they can stop being that.
Being a man.