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I tell you right away that you give it off effortlessly. That weak, overcompensating energy that screams insecurity. I tell you to prove me wrong, even though we both know you can’t. Everything about you fits too perfectly. The posture. The attitude. The way you try so hard to seem confident and capable. I break down that macho act you hide behind and laugh at how transparent it is. All that posturing just to distract from what you’re lacking. I remind you that men like you always try the hardest because they have the most to make up for. I make it clear that no matter how much you pretend, no matter how much you puff yourself up, you’ll never be enough. Never impressive. Never truly satisfying to a woman. Deep down, you already know it. That’s why my words hit so hard. By the end, I leave you sitting with the truth you can’t escape. You are exactly what you give off. A little dick loser with a lifetime of overcompensating ahead of him and no amount of pretending will ever change that.