Marching along to the beat of the drum,
Following the leader,
Listening to the orders,
Bravery at all times no matter what,
And yet still being a child.
There was a time that we did all of this,
A time where we were brave children,
A time that we had a fire in our hearts,
A time when we were like a toy that everyone wanted,
And a time when we all were so called perfect.
That time was the life we had dreamed of,
It was nice for a while,
Until it broke,
When we dream,
We dream about everything but the problems,
We prefer to leave the problems out because maybe if we don't dream about it,
It won't happen,
But in the game we play that just doesn't happen,
We deal with problems everyday,
We just deal with them,
But all of us know that there will be a day that it changes.
A day when the problems get too much,
A day when the pressure gets too much,
A day when we can't handle it easily anymore,
And a day when the problems don't stop.

That day came,
It came sooner then anyone expected,
It changed all of us,
One of us died and came back only to be deemed bad,
One of us were turned evil then back into himself only to be neglected,
And one of us turned into a mini me of the leader only to be told that he wasn't good enough.
We were all broke,
We were all told that we were mistakes,
We all had shattered hearts,
And we all had a hatred for the leader.
We were like little toy soldiers,
Good for a while until we break,
Then we had to be replaced,
No one wants broken toy soldiers,
But we all hoped that it wouldn't happen,
Hoped that maybe he would try to help us,
But no,
He just replace us again like the last two times,
Not giving one thought to the failures,
To the ones he failed at making perfect forever,
To us,
So we pick ourselves back up and stay together,
Just like the last time,
Maybe one day it won't hurt anymore,
But we all know it won't be soon,
Because we are marching to a broken drum,
Because we don't have a leader anymore,
Because there are no orders to listen to,
Because there is nothing to be brave about,
And because we lost our childhoods,
So we are no longer the toy everyone wanted,
But we are just broken toy soldiers trying to help each other up.
© The Scarlett poet