Women like you....

Women like you, start off as girls who only wanted to be loved and cherished.
And then, somewhere in adolescence, you became irrelevant to people you loved.
You were ignored and at times, silently pitied by people that knew you as you did so many foolish things to get attention.
Women like you then garnered purpose to get the best grades in high school because you had "something to prove." You made it a point to be president of all the clubs, to be in student council, to be "seen" to be "noticed" in any way you could. You would go out of your way to cut down any male that you deemed an obstacle in your plans. Meanwhile, you set the course for you to lose your soul on your life journey.

Women like you make mistakes all along the way, and NEVER own up to it when confronted.
No, of course not, you couldn't possibly be the center of blame for your own actions. You couldn't possibly be the actual CAUSE of the people you have hurt or damaged in your almost unending path of countless mistakes and hurting other people in your "path".

Women like you, your ambition takes full control and you don't see clearly what lies ahead of you or what's around you. You only see what you want and you don't care about who you hurt along the way to get it. Women like you then have a few crazy and wacky dreams with totally Salvadore Dali themed paintings because of just how distorted your souls have become. You go out of your way to punish men for not making you happy.

Women like you find a man that is charming, witty, athletic, or intellectual. You find a man that has the "it" factor that you could never have. You ponder and stare in amazement as he glides through life with what appears as ease. People love him, people adore him as he does what he does and he is actually accepted and makes people respect him. It is right then and there, women, like you, set upon a course to be involved with that man.

Sometimes it's a relative, sometimes it is a stranger, whoever he is, he is relevant to you because he has what you want. You want to be seen. You want what he has. And it mystifies you that he has this charisma about him. You know deep down inside that there is something magical about him. And you want that magic...... by any means necessary. You meet him and giggle at his charisma. You talk to him and vaguely agree to his view points on life.

Women like you, you lure him in and make great small talk as you then let him lead the conversation about his pursuits. You agree with him to let him feel safe with you. You do whatever it takes to be in his life, because to you, for some reason, he is the sun. He is the very sustenance you need. The very air that you breathe becomes infused with the very smell of him, and it drives you wild.

And then, it happens. You both have sex and it feels like you've entered into another realm. In this realm, you both are one and feel each other on levels that are totally beyond logic. Everything seems like it is going swimmingly well, until your pattern happens. Somewhere in that dream realm, you were confronted with your own reflection. You are confronted with the shame. You are confronted by all of your feelings of inadequacy and it crushes you like a bug.

He is feeling quite well, but you are not. He is on cloud 9 thinking that he has found someone to confide in and yet, women like you, play along to get everything on him. You listen to him tell you his weaknesses. You confide him with your false sense of security. All while you do what you set out to do, see what actually makes him tick. Women like you, then find what you want from him, in this moment and start your pattern. You find a way, to get him to be your prisoner. Some part of his radiance, MUST be a part of your life for the remainder of what sadness is yours.

You let yourself get pregnant. You conceive in that moment that forevermore you have a child that is a part of him and he is forever in your life. He is your captive, he is your prisoner, and he must take care of you. By all means, he doesn't want to face jail time. The courts do prod for some questions, but all in all, you know how easy it is to lie to them. Because, lying isn't hard for women like you. You've done it your whole life and lying to a court is just another version of it. Who cares if you have manipulated him and crushed his hopes, he must now make you radiate as he once did for only himself.

He then sees the signs, he feels the inadequacy between you two. He has seen your actual soul and when he does, it horrifies him. Here it was, he thought he could trust you, only to find out all of your girlfriends know his secrets that he trusted you with. He feels the truth behind you, that you are a walking corpse in his life. He understands slowly but surely what kind of creature you are. He sees the ambition, he sees the callousness, he sees you as that calculating monster you truly are and he is shaken to the core.

Women like you, are finally seen by him for what you are and then he leaves you. Why would he stay with you, you're a monster to him. You used him for your own desires on a much deeper level. You never intended to love him. You only intended to get what you want. But then it hits you in the gut. His presence is gone. The summer quickly is turning into winter. He is no longer in your life and you are forced to finally look again at that wraith in the mirror.

And off you go, women like you, to make him pay. You call him, you go out of your way to talk about him to all of your friends. Oh, let's be real, WHAT friends? Those other charlatans that you call friends but don't ever trust? I mean, why would you? Women like you, can't actually HAVE friends. So you do whatever can with what little power you actually do have to create a crusade against him. For some reason though, as you gather support against him, you gain some sympathy, but you still feel empty. You can't explain why, you just do. The sun is gone, and the summer of your bliss is gone with it. But women like you, can never have a summer that lasts.

And why is that? Why can't women like you actually keep love? Is it because you refuse to look at the monster in the mirror? Is it because you destroy everything you touch? Or is it because you are already dead walking this earth with no other purpose than to drain life on it before you turn to dust?
In either case, women like you are toxic to your children. You raise them with so much hatred in that hollow shell you call a soul. And when they finally awaken as they mature, they see you for what you are as well. They too, like your sun, inevitably leave you.