I told them I was a little angry,

They called me an angry little girl.

My worries shot down so amply,

And told that I don't quite know the world.

And to be honest, I did not.

See, I believed the world was good.

But I only knew what I was taught,

and they taught only what they could.

They lit a fire in me,

but did not tend the flame.

I was left to burn so brightly,

and brightly did I blaze.

But left here to burn,

without the proper fuel.

So I burned out as they'd wanted

Oh! I can't believe my fool.

The rage had left me hollow,

A charred, empty husk.

For all I once believed in,

has simmered down to dust.

I am sad among the ashes.

Now my anger is a joke,

Just a laugh for all the masses,

For now I'm nothing more than smoke.