I am a boy.

I am an individual
I am part of a whole
The whole is more than the sum of its parts
Its parts are replaceable 
Its purpose variable
And its means are questionable.
None of its parts are more important than the next.

I am a soldier
I am an army
Full of blank faces and empty hearts
The guns are reloadable
The paths remarchable
And the war is rewageable.
No part of me will survive this war to the end.

My mind is a current
My mouth is a conduit
The ideas are ready,
The dam opens up
And the words just start.
The words are intentional
The opinions personal
And the theories are functional.
No stir of this heart of mine will go unsaid.

I am a boy.
I am just a boy.
With a confused heart and broken parts
Who just wants to start
Who just wants to love
Who just wants to start living life.
So leave me alone,
Please, 
And I’ll get on with it.
And I’ll try my hardest not to be replaced.