Mustn’t we know what they bring upon us We slaved for supposed wealth When we yell, they wonder of the fuss When we yell, we yell for help

We are tired of the purgatory Too much work, too little fed For we starve and left for dead No one is expurgatory

We are still so young Yet became aged Some smoke their lungs Some savor their days

Some work to support Some ruthlessly drink We’re shaken to our core As we start to think

Maybe it’s attention we seek Through glorifying screens We all have different means Fallen too deep

We haven’t a clue What to say or think What they want us to do What they truly mean

In confusion we die No coping will suffice Twasn’t one to vent toward We keep it inside

Sanctuary’s are rare We just want inner peace But the demons won’t feast So we’ll sit in despair

They won’t believe For we are youth They’ll never leave As long as we hide our truth