Sorry Excuse Of A Man

 

Funny, isn’t it?
When you wanted access to me, I was a babe,
The love of your life, sweet words on your tongue—
But when it came to taking responsibility,
You turned into a child, helpless, undone.

A sorry excuse of a guy,
Who once took pride in standing up to little bro's bullies,
But how does it feel to emotionally bully a woman
And then act like I’m the problem,
While you paint yourself as some kind of hero?

You tower at 6'2", brandishing your might,
Thinking "it" grants you a throne, a right.
But you chased hollow pleasures behind closed doors,
Believing you conquered Venus—
Is that your sad little idea of fame?

You liked me motherly, sweet to touch,
But the moment my claws came out, I was "too much."
In your sadistic world, do you call it love
When you twist your actions, manipulate my words?

You didn’t like it when I mirrored your game,
Suddenly, you’re a man who doesn’t want to beat around the bush—
But if another woman played you at your own game,
She’d be the witch of evil town, shamed and pushed.

It’s easy to blame, to call me unkind,
When I showed you a reflection of your own mind.
You say I’m a storm, a force you can’t bear,
But you thrived in chaos—didn’t you pull me there?

You wore your deceit like a well-tailored suit,
Played the victim, so charming, so astute.
But when I matched your stride, blow for blow,
Suddenly, I’m the one who’s “lost control.”

It’s you, the regressive Indian guy,
Thinking you can just throw money and buy
A woman’s time, her love, her grace,
But you’re just another man, running the same tired race.

Now you act like you’re the better man,
When you’re the one who never had depth or a plan.
You spoke of—a house, a motor—
But never once did you promise a safe space for her.

You thought adding zeroes to your bank would suffice,
Now you gamble on a doctor, rolling the dice.
But I never heard you describe a woman’s real worth,
Because acknowledging that would demand you to be a man first.

Now you dare to preach about love,
When you never understood it, not even a touch.
I was the woman moulding herself for the man I sought,
But you just wanted to put it in whichever hole you caught.

Tell me, was it power you craved, or just the illusion?
Did you think your lies would escape my intrusion?
I peeled back the layers, I saw what you hid,
The scared little boy behind the arrogant kid.