Weeks then month and years so far
Eventually decades might also pass
With a golden light shining above my head
When perhaps red horns would be a better fit

How could you ever possibly know me
You question my haircut but then all you see
Is a good girl who's had a wee blip in the system
Because you won't see the volcano beneath

The lava some times flows through a crack
When I yell or I curse or I stab you in the back
But still it's only a bump in the road
Because you won't see I'm ready to explode

The heat some times escapes from a gyser
That's when I break down, crumble and cry
That's when you see how I feel everyday
But you just comfort me and tell me its gonna be okay

It can never be okay, it just wouldn't work
I've discovered secrets you hid from me. First
How is this growing up, who invented this,
Were they mad like **** this ****

Secondly why does it depend on my schooling
Who gives a **** if I can do trig or if I'm failing
What if I want to write songs or play in a band
Or travel around the world and live in a van

Thirdly why do you care so much, it's only my life
How much could it possibly be worth
What is one person, i.e me, going to change in this world
Of conflict and war, why can't people just learn

Lastly, if you want to help me do well
Stop caring about my beliefs just accept I'm going to hell
Maybe then I'll learn something in your place
And my volcano won't spontaneously combust in your face.