I don’t know why
I’m going to die
People find depression relatable and laugh when I hate myself
And I just want to cry
In this society
I cannot be me
Stuck with the expectations of not being the emotional wreck I am
F**k toxic masculinity
And to think
That I like pink
People call my preference forbidden and not the color of man
Hatred making my heart sink
People find it okay
To dictate my day
They’re finna be devaluing my humanism
I think I shall not obey
So every day I wake up and am expected to be
A man that acts like man and is emotion-free
This blatant ignorance of my emotional existence is only aided by very overt sexism
Feeling a need to hide from a bully
I cannot help
The great sadness I feel
Addressing every issue
Gets way too real
And I do know why
I’m going to cry
People find depression relatable and laugh when I hate myself
And I want only to die
