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