My Freedom...

The starlit skies are dancing tonight,
In this tragic heart of mine.
The black surrounds the diamonds of light,
The gems of an untold time.

The hands of velvet, darkest dark,
Claim this endless void.
The pain and suffering in my own heart,
The fight I can't avoid.

Its gentle violence, still the night,
Will cease to be untold.
The sweetest fragrance, this awful fight,
My palm forever holds.

Release us, child! they call aloud,
Desperate to be free
From their cage, this darkest cloud,
Out of this black, black sea.

Why the anguish, oh bitter heart?
Why the hurtful soul?
I give it up, oh night so dark,
That endless void is full.

Men.
Perhaps they are the 'pathetic creature.'
Always tearing us down to compensate
for all that their gender lacks.
Too afraid to show their emotions,
yet they tell us that our emotions make us weak.
Such hypocrites.
Always treating us as if we're objects to be used, abused, and torn to shreds.
They're all over our cases for how weak we are,
yet they constantly take advantage of our weaknesses.
They always use us. To entertain them. To bow to their every command.
Then they get pissed and disgusted when we resort to feminism.
Men are walking contradicions.
They piss me off.