To The Failed Sons, Brave yet in Fear

An essay-poem I hope you guys can take away from. I hope you guys like it:

For the men who feel as if they were the butts of Darwinism, the sons of the fathers and mothers who've failed them on this plane, who feel no hope for themselves.

You deserve to be loved and respected for as long as you know how to love and respect others. For as long as you have not done what could constitute the opposite. That love will not always be sexual, but sometimes life is just as fine without such. Platonic love should be the first you seek, the sexual love is what should happen to you by chance. But if you feel you are not receiving that love, look into yourself.

What do you see in the messages you send to those you feel sexually towards? With no bias, with no emotion, with no prior history. Read and objectively interpret as if you were a stranger, what it's like.

Read her words, read yours. If the hostility is from your side but not hers, it is most likely a flaw in you. Self reflection is always your friend. He is your painful cure, your fatherly discipline, even for he who had not received a father's love. He is your mirror, He is your mentor. He, is you. It is only you who can repair the broken gears of your ability to love free of superficial desires or unrealistic expectation of others.

If the hostility is from her side but not yours, stop pursuing her as her love is not for you. If you manage to ensnare her anyways, it will never be worth it. If you build a home with her on a foundation of such brittle love, it will crumble. It will crumble if not spontaneously, bit by bit. Like a bandaid on a deep gash thrice its size, it will never suffice. And you will have wasted the time you had to find who really needed you.

If you heed such false fathers, who say that all women have hearts of poison, it shows he may know how to capture her poison heart but he is only able to understand those types of hearts and none else.

He will master the ability to attract women of those hearts but only those hearts. He doesn't have the ability to experience the pure hearts, the ambitious hearts, the understanding hearts, the loyal hearts... for he does not know how. For the only women who want to be near his embrace, are the women he has learnt to attract. He will not know the hearts besides those hearts. He will not be able to comprehend such hearts.

He is trapped in an endless cycle. He is in a bubble of which he cannot pop for his behaviors are the microscopic droplets of soap reinforcing the film holding it together. He is in a cocoon of which he will never emerge from for he does not know metamorphosis. For he does not know how to eat his way out. For he only follows what he knows, too afraid of his curiosity to find out what the outside of his heart's abode is like.

But he is like this from his pain. He is traumatized. He is hurt. He is broken. But he is male, and he is not allowed to be hurt. He is just as precious yet was not treated as such. He is strong but was not shown how to utilize it. He is brave but is forced to be a coward. He deserves pride but is forced to receive it from the wrong places. 

But he still spreads his ignorance as truth. A desperate hope that he is not alone. A desperate hope he is not excluded. A desperate hope to stay in his abusive comfort. To avoid the painful process of metamorphosis. He fears though he is strong, though he is brave, though he deserves not to. He allows it to consume him, to his own detriment.

Thanks for taking the time to read it all if you have.