Oh, they huff and they puff,
When the going gets tough.
The bastards will get you down,
Point, laugh and make you the clown.
They’ll whisper something nastily,
Concealed amongst quaint niceties.
When your gut’s felt the punch –
Well, they enjoy it a whole bunch.
The naysayers, the truth takers,
The nice makers, the game players.
Well, don’t let them see you hurt,
Don’t let them tread you into the dirt.
It’s no use, pay them no mind,
First and foremost to yourself be kind.
Keep and cherish your inner child,
Only you can know your own smile.
Love you for you, as others should too!
Love the ones you know to be true.
Stay strong and ever steadfast –
Tin soldier, you’ll find some peace at last.