Doctor, I think I am in need of a treatment
Please spare me from this public embarrassment
They are Men, they say, Men do not cry
Let them do as they wish, just don’t ask “Why?”
It’s an instinct, they say, lust, desire provoked by sight
Not their fault really, after all it’s their birth right
Stop that barking and whining, your shouts and cries are futile
Two choice you’ve got – turmoil of uncertainty or certainty of turmoil
Don’t you dare talk about morality & justice, liberty is a curse
Just thank god that you are alive, it could have been worse
If this is what a Man is, Doctor, I can’t do it anymore
Please give me some place to hide away from this folklore
Why do I run away, you ask me, why do I need to hide?
Tired of being eluded by the hope and blinded by a false pride
Doctor, ashamed that I am on the verge of losing my sanity
All I see are humans around but no trace of humanity
