Verse 1
I walk into a room and feel the shift
Eyes before words, before my name exists
I’m measured, ranked, reduced in a glance
Like my body entered first, not my chance
I speak, but my worth’s already priced
Too loud, too soft, too much, too nice
I’m listened to halfway, if at all
Until I’m useful, pleasing, small
Pre-Chorus
They say it’s natural, harmless, fine
But it teaches me I’m not fully mine
Chorus
I’m not a concept, a body, a test
Not something you earn or something you assess
Don’t talk over me, then look me through
Like my silence is an open cue
This anger isn’t wild or new
It’s what grows when you’re always being viewed
Verse 2
I’m complimented like it’s currency
Expected to accept it graciously
If I push back, I “can’t take a joke”
If I accept, it’s taken as hope
I’m told I owe softness, warmth, desire
That refusal is rude, that no’s a liar
I set a line, I’m cold instead
I don’t, and I’m blamed for what’s said
Pre-Chorus
It’s not just words, it’s the weight they bring
The way they follow me into everything
Chorus
I’m not decoration or validation
Not therapy, fantasy, or temptation
I deserve respect without performance
Without being reduced to appearance
This anger isn’t hate or pride
It’s what remains when dignity’s tried
Bridge
I know not every man thinks this way
But enough do, loudly or quietly
And enough stay silent when it’s seen
Like comfort matters more than decency
I don’t want to be “one of the good ones”
Or safe because I comply
I want to exist without being consumed
By someone else’s eye
Chorus (Lower, Steadier)
I’m not asking to never be seen
I’m asking to be seen completely
Let my mind arrive before my skin
Let my no be final, not a negotiation
This anger is measured, but it’s real
It’s the sound of a boundary learning to speak
Outro
I am not here for your approval
Or to soften the world for you
I am a person, whole and present
And I expect to be treated like one, too