Every time this heart breaks,
Before it open up itself,
Or try to put itself together,
How many times it needs to break?
Before it even knows the feeling of being someone's wholy, completely!
How they never care after chasing her consistently?
Does they see her as woman who deserved to be loved and respected?
Or does they just see her as an object to use, any way they could?
Is it all they take her for?
Sometimes this heart call for a man,
Who actually knows how to treat a woman,
But often I disregard those thoughts,
Considering them mere illusion,
The world full of patriarchal norms,
Where is it hard to find some real good warmth!
To believe in man's ability to listen,
To empathize, to treat her respectfully and right,
Though it seems like a mere illusion,
Don't know when world became a place where men tend to be emotionally unavailable,
And women needed to suffer in silence.
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The Mad People's Dorm
Poetry"Mad People's Dorm" is a heartfelt collection of poetry that takes you deep into the emotions and thoughts of someone battling anxiety, betrayal, and inner turmoil. Each poem is a window into a mind that has faced darkness and is striving to find li...
