What is often mistaken for misogyny
among intellectual males and philosophers,
is really the pain of being burned
by a woman's own self-immolation.
We attract these types with our nature
of caring and our intelligence.
With names coincidentally misleading,
we fall victim to their faithlessness.
Once we allow them to peer beneath the jaded façade
and enter our fortresses, they realise the magnitude
of our minds and our resolve and feel inadequate,
despite our assurances otherwise.
Although our magnificence is in reality
only but a small portion of what it appears,
they raise us up high on the pedestals
that we built to worship them as goddess.
Their fragile egos shatter like sugar glass
under the pressure of their own delusions,
only to be turned into jade for our walls
and deepen the wounds of our hearts.