A Man’s World.

I’m “advised” on how I’m allowed to act. That I can feel whatever, but if it’s not happiness I must hold the rest back.

Its suggested that he can do no wrong. He’s tired of talking and it’s the same old song. 

I was told “it’s not okay to come over in a bad mood” and I laugh because I can do whatever the fuck I want to. 

I think sometimes men forget that it’s not a man’s world anymore. That we can slam all the same doors. We can be misogynistic, too. Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do. 

I’m sorry you’re tired of pretending to care. I didn’t know I exhausted you with all my annoying feelings that are too much to bear. 

I’ll just stay home and bottle them up while I sew. I’ll hem his work pants and find some plants to help grow.

Or I’ll feel however I want. I’ll act however I please. Who asks for anyone to bottle up how they feel? Who truly deserves the apology?