Held Together, Falling Apart

I am filled with rage and frustration. I’m doing my best, pushing forward with everything I have, yet I feel forced to halt my own progress. In a tempestuous fury, I question you. I lead, I strive, and every step feels like a battle with you. You have it easy, assuming I’ll shoulder everything while you play ignorant, yet you know exactly how to get what you want. Do you see me as a fool, or am I just a convenient toy someone to be picked up and discarded at will? Must I always be the one to carry the weight of every decision? I try to think ahead, to use my mind, but it feels as though I’m holding everyone’s hand, mapping out every step, every outcome. It’s always on me. I am the one who must bear it all, and I’m about to explode. I have my own struggles, my own conditions to manage but who’s there for me? I’m the one who must bear the brunt of the pain. That’s what it means to be a man, isn’t it? To sacrifice, to endure, to stand unyielding. That’s it. That’s the life we’re told to lead.