Lost inside themselves
MEN
Striving to be better than everything
Or maybe just anything
Demanding respect
Squashing every corpuscle that crosses their path
Thinking MIGHT conquers all

THEN
When they are alone
And lonely in their bed
Confident their secret is safely tucked away
Nice and tight within the gray matter of the four quadrants of their brain
Their truth explodes with a scream
And in the dark
They shake and shiver
Their pillow drenched in fear
Frantically shadow boxing the agony of realization
That the only face they’ve bashed in
Is their own