Men

You may think I’m writing this to express my love

maybe

maybe not

I’m actually not

Experiences differ

But I do not wish for such experiences with men

I do not want to experience the bad

“They scare me”

I’ll always say

So much to the extent, it shatters my heart

Making me fear the outcomes of stepping out of my comfort

My home

I’m terrified

I really am

That I am to blame when I shouldn’t

That nobody takes my side when I needed it

That everyone turns a blind eye when I cry for help

I seek help but the help I sought, was tainted with bad reason

Don’t expect me to give you a Pat on the back because you were nice

Isn’t that the basic necessity of life?

They silently watch me

Like a predator

They look at me, like a prey

Doing nothing but suddenly, I’m their new Interest

I hate it

I hate it here

They all scare me.