We are not one

Who are you, Man?
I have seen you in the mirror,
I have felt you within me.
You care for my loved ones;
You share my thoughts
You dream a future for me.
I find you participating in my every endeavour,
You appear an integral part to me.

Tell me one thing,
I am not complaining;
do you not relish result?
If no; why do you not cherish my achievement?
After every milestone I cross,
why do you question my moral faculty?
You know I hate giving explanations,
why do you expect one from me?
Why you make me feel like a perpetrator?
Can you not be friendly always,
why do you turn hostile?
I do not want to tame you or cage you,
You have your own space,
why do you intrude in mine?
Why should I be like you?
What your excessive self-criticism yields,
a constant source of self-affliction.
I do not believe in living a life of rejection.