I'm always so 
Angry all the time—
Rage
Boiling my blood
As the sun 
Burns my face
Outside at a march.
I'm ranting at the dinner table
Ranting online
Too much, it's too much
These political scams,
The wicked games people play.

I watch movies sometimes,
And the sixteen-year-olds there
Aren't fixated on
Climate change
Or vaccine distribution
Or rights being taken away—
They're focused on
Boys and girls and magic and madness, and
They're not drowning themselves in music
To escape the modern world.

I was told, I was promised I had a future
But that future still isn't here—
It's being slowly crushed under the fingers
Of some politician
Who doesn't know, doesn't care
That I exist.
My friends, they're pessimists now—
They're too scared that their future may not come, so
Better be right than disappointed.

I'm sitting on a toilet seat
Trying to remind my heart to beat
My lungs inflate quicker, so I know I'm not sicker
Than the people drinking liquor 
In the illegal speakeasies 

It's two am and I just threw up
But it wasn't because I'm drunk
It's too much to handle that such an old scandal
Could even hold a candle
To what the the politicians made up
Guess it's just my luck
That nobody listens to me when I say you better look up
Maybe you should shut up
And see the world in a mask of blood

Because one nine one eight
When this whole shitshow happened before
I'm not feeling great
So I hope there's no illness knocking at my door

One nine one eight
Better call nine one one
This is our fate
Come look at what the world's become

I'm sitting in my history class
Trying to cover my ass
On an assignment I didn't do yet