Whispers of Acceptance

In the realm of perfection, I'm demanded to dwell,

To mold myself as desired, all their wishes to excel.

I'm constantly labeled incapable, unable to bring bliss,

Not meeting their standards, always dismissed.

Comparisons with other men, they never cease,

I'm the one who brings sorrow, the cause of her crease.

Tears cascade down, my presence a source of pain,

Disappointment in her eyes, my efforts all in vain.

I disrupt and shatter, leaving chaos in my wake,

Loneliness engulfs me, a constant ache.

Cornered and confined, I feel trapped and small,

Yet, I lend my ear to her, hearing her every call.

But when I seek acknowledgment, to be recognized and seen,

She feigns ignorance, forgetfulness, and dreams serene.

I forget a little, she grows furious in her defense,

Yet, when she forgets, I embrace patience immense.

A mere slip of words, magnified into a grave mistake,

My faults etched in her memory, no respite to partake.

When I yearn to be heard and embraced with care,

She feigns ignorance, forgetfulness, or a sudden wear.

But through it all, I try to remain patient and still,

Hoping one day my voice, my worth, she will fulfill.

For in this symphony of love, understanding is key,

To weave a melody of acceptance, where both hearts can be free.