Men.

From hiding their pain

behind those fierce faces,

to secretly crying on the pillows

'Cause tears were meant for the weak,

For the women.

From standing taller all day long

To silently wishing 

for a shoulder to rest on after work,

'Cause they're asked to be 

A man.

Heavy hairy chests as they adore

While they wither in the insides.

Craving for the sweetest chocolates 

To fearing of their worst insecurities,

They do it all

For none to be known.

Hiding the cutest child within,

As you hold on for a little longer

they'll unveil it all.

They say,

Men will be men.

Three letters.

And so much to justify.

Long as i think,

To be a man is overrated

For they could just walk along

and not ahead of one.
              
                                                           - J