SCRATCHES
How much louder should I cry?
You've engulfed my voice with my tears
You don't care as you push me towards my fears
Why have you strongly pierced my heart with sharp spears
How special are we to be referred to never crying beings?
Yet you've placed many bullets in my chest
Crying my lungs out everyone thinks it's all pretense
You've thrown me in the midst of a nowhere jungle
Screaming for rescue everybody thinks I just need attention
I am stuck, I am caught, I can't move
I am confused longing for your help,
Will you die if you give me some?
Hurts how you pretend to be ignorant of my outcry
For countless years
You've executed me with your pride of having heard by so many ears
You've made me feel useless,
You've made me rfeel defenceless
Every man feels he's to blame,
You've made me dumb
I cannot even manage to speak out
While I feel talking about it is such a shame,
How do you think I uncuff my mind from the pain,
If I don't talk about this act of disdain
I'd love to,
But I don't know how to,
Perhaps telling it to a good soul,
Willing to pat my back and provide good counsel,
But where do I find one
Since all are in favor of women
Why do you say, when you get a chance to hurt a man, hurt him badly?
Is it revenge or what and who are you avenging for?
Are you trying to say that every man deserves to be hurt?
Why are you betraying my innocence?
I have emotions, I have fresh, I have scars
If you hurt me I will be hurt too
But you will never find me complaining outside
Because all the outlets are colonized by women
You're happy now and proud, with a smile that gleams
Trust me that happiness is fake if you don't help me be a happy man too
Unite with my feeling and emotions and I will be very cool
I will be free to to take my inside out, without feeling like a fool
Open outlets for men to pour out their worries too
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem