Solider boy- that’s what I call myself.
I’m a soldier boy-
A warrior on the frontlines of art,
And human rights-

I fight all day,
Just to make it out of school alive.
I’m just a kid-
But retreat is not a f***ing option.

Every day,
Words and bullets fly in my direction.
I don’t talk or act right,
And I don’t hide it either.

I tried to be perfect-
I tried to be a Christian,
Who screwed girls after church.
But instead I sneak out to rave at midnight.

Do I have to hide myself?
Why do I have to fear?
Why?
Why am I at war?

Living my life is trench warfare.
I’m the star of my class-
My teachers call my name,
And my parents pat my back,
But the kids hiss when I’m alone,
Or are stunned into a cold war with me.
Everywhere I go, I fight a war,
With no generals-
It’s one big battle,
And my fighting spirit is waning-
I don’t know how much more I can take before I crumble-

I tried to be perfect-
I tried to be Christian-
But I did it wrong.
Now I fight for my life,
Just to make it out of school alive.

And it’s only a matter of time,
Before the solider boy withers,
And surrenders-