I Don't Know What to Make of This

Men. 

Even if they come in different sizes and styles, they only have one thing in common. 

They are not available.

I know I'm probably an enemy of women. I could list out a few names who would love to strangle me to death, if only they had known the things that shouldn't be known.

I don't know if I should feel flattered or ashamed.

Flattered because even if they swore to hold only one person, I still managed to squeeze myself into the picture. Flattered because I'm the only one who can do it. Flattered because I can cause confusion and headache.

Ashamed because they swore to hold only one person, yet I managed to squeeze myself into the picture. Ashamed because I can do it. Ashamed because I cause confusion and headache.

I never swore to hold any particular person, and I'm squeezing myself into different pictures. Yeah, I can do it. It's making me confused, and it sure gives me headache.

I'm running round in circles, living young, wild, and free. It's kind of pitiful.

And cruel.

Especially when I seriously wish I can be HIS woman. Yeah, I'm looking at you Bespren.

Hope in vain. Ha ha.