Ink Stained Soul…

Men like you slither and sneak.
Oversell and under deliver.
Selfish, disgusting, and weak.
You can’t stand a woman who is independent from you.
You can’t stomach that thought.
You seek to destroy her, that’s what you do.
A man is not what you are, it’s who you pretend to be.
Just a boy playing a game.
The jokes on you, the world to see.
You think it is hidden, tucked away where no one knows.
The disgrace you are.
Their laughter echoes, it shows.