The Life of a Hitler Youth Pretender

Sitting, listening straight as a rod


I hear all about their lies



I go through the drills, as we continually trod



They talk about the perfect color of eyes




I obey




I am lying




Hiding beneath a false mask





If they knew, I would be dying





I cry inside, as I perform these undesirable tasks






I obey







Wishing so much that I could stand up







But for me that would mean death








Wishing again for my Scarlet Cup








I stop, pausing to take a breath







I obey






My family is a lie






My entire life is a fake





Wanting to be able to say goodbye





My being is sore with a deepening ache




I obey




The lies I hear and the lies I tell leave me riled



In an attempt for survival I was left to fend


Playing, faking it all like the game of a child


Hiding beneath a deadly game of pretend

I will no longer obey