Son Of My Father

I awake and toil,
No one cares what I'll do today,
No one follows up,
At first I thought it was a good thing,
But now watching my sister get all the attention,
I envy her,
For the first time I hate being born a boy,
But I didn't ask for this.

Am a man after all,
That's what father always says,
I will one day have my own family,
So I should man up,
And stop being a baby,
But how am I supposed to man up?
Is it by masking my emotions?
Is it by being always serious?
Is it by acting like a family man?

But what about my youth?
What if am hurting?
I should just pretend am okay,
Never shedding a tear,
But I don't have a manual of living this life,
My parents should be here,
They should guide me,
But I have to resolve to my peers for advise.

I try really hard you know,
In the end when I mess up,
You keep on judging,
But where were you?
Where were you when I was growing up?
Where was your leading hand?
And when I achieve,
You boast to all around,
Am now your son,
Adored gem you now have,
Praises and respect you get.

The kitchen is a forbidden abode,
What if all I am best in is cooking?
Does that change the fact that am your son?
Now I shame you,
I become a disgrace to you,
But let me choose what I want,
What my heart desires.