Illumination shines brightest on a darkest face

Your head hung down your standing in the corner in disgrace

To return to mayhem that comes second nature eminent punishment to arise will explain ya

To the point that you can't even understand yourself

The misguiding of this youth mask

The cry for help that no amount of self-authority could contain

Allowing another day of swimming in this dry pain

We all sit back and point fingers for the sake of answers

Looking to the scapegoats ignoring all the cancers

That will manifest inside the innocence of youth

But no glimmer for hope no display of proof

I'm a little teapot short and stout

Here is my handle here is my spout

When I get angry then you'll hear me shout

Tip me over and the tempest comes out (2x)

A victim of neglect as the years kept on passing

It's built up inside but still shunned from asking

What is the reason for this manifestation to seek aside

Left alone, alleviation

But why should there be loneliness in understanding

Is this cry for pity to a parent too demanding

Whom shall be left to hurt alone

The weight of the world pent up inside of me!!!