Men

I hate how nice I am.
I hate I do all I can.
I am sick of men.
Day after days, too many stories,
Of women who deserve more glory.
I hate how I’m down on my knees pouring.
I hate when they feel down, we’re the ones being pushed around.
We are not the ones allowed to take a dare..
All because we care..
About what?

We females focus so much on finding Prince Charming that we end up being charmed by the worst.
It's alarming how we’re falling too easy and too hard.
Our hopes held up high just how we wanted our guard.
Straw after straw, they’ve sucked up one too many hearts, shaken not stirred.
All we need is some pretty words until we’re leered back to the same old tricks.

Our logic blurred out and I’ve had enough with this.
We need to fix, get back into the mix.
We can live with a couple hits but,
We are far better than this.