The Man

The Man So you think a man is just alpha, beta or delta? Domineering, courageous, achiever and a born leader? With a swagger sending women swooning all over? Is that all you can see or is there something more to it? Can you see his insecurities ingrained deep inside his confident self? That tough exterior may be a camouflage to hide his vulnerabilities Who knows behind that alpha man, there may be a child? Seeking your validation, unconditional love and assurance? The external demeanours are often decieving A man is not really what he may appear to be What you see could be a fiction not fact, a fallacy not truth. (PS: I dedicate this poetry to International Men's Day)