In A Guy LIfe

Air soft wars
That’s what they call them
They run around and short the other team
We sit on the side lines and just laugh
We say were laughing at how queer they are
But secretly were laughing, because we wish we
Could be in their positions right now
The smiles they wear aren’t fake
Their guns are used for fun
And not for anger
They can run around in their native area
And just be themselves
While we sit on the sidelines and laugh
But they don’t care.
They walk by and show us their prided skin
That has the bullet shots and the bruises forming
They act like the tough guys and say
“Nah, it doesn’t hurt!”
But I see it in their faces that it does.
In the way the blood pulses through their body
Shows me more than I could guess
Us three, are all secretively watching our favorite smile
They make their plans and break up into smaller groups
So they can beat the other team
They have no worries on their hands
Nothing important on their minds
Just them, their gun, and the glory of the win