The play ground was a battle ground;
Where he was constantly bombarded with an arsenal of nick names;
Which seemed to get re-loaded every day;
And have an endless supply of ammunition.

He was left looking for himself in the lost and found;
Playing Hide-And-Seek;
Trying to find the broken fragments of himself and count down to the day where he could finally set himself free;
But he was just another bomb;
Threatening too explode.
My little toy soldier.