Alpha by Jacob Armstrong

There you sit,

Shoulders swell with muscular pride, chest inflates.

Biceps taut, you lean forward,

Every breath a statement of dominance.

 

There you sit,

Words come easily, formed by masculine jaw.

Your lips move, tainted by arrogance,

Every phrase rupturing my self-confidence.

 

Relationships a hormonal blur,

Friendships a puerile skirmish.

 

Damaged.

 

Beneath that pale skin,

Rippled with muscle,

The flesh is unclean.

 

Beneath that self-love,

That pride,

That vanity.

 

Beneath that towering strength,

A fault,

A crack,

An instability.

 

I pity you.

Oh, how I pity you.

 

There you sit,

A vulnerable titan, fractured,

You relax, surrounded by rejection,

Every eye seething with resentment.

 

The alpha male.