How Cruel

Maybe I am angry
At the men who refuse to love me
Who deny they want me
Not that I cross the minds
Of all men
Nor do I want to cross the minds
Of all men
I know how cruel a man can be
When he was only holding on tentatively
Keep me waiting patiently
Until he grows the guts to tell me
That I am not the right girl
Because I do not take risks
Because I wouldn't wear a short skirt
On the first date
With fishnet stocking
With black boots that reach thigh high
Because I wouldn't allow him to place his hands
Up my shirt
Because I don't plaster my face with makeup
Because I don't wear lipstick each day
Because I'm not as feminine as other girls
I failed to please him
So he finds a replacement
Such is life
Such is the dating world
Of which I want no part
I'd rather keep for myself
My healing heart