I look down at my feet,
And outbursts a crackle everywhere;
For I don't want to be beat,
By their solemnly channeled gear.

Furiously, I throw a tantrum,
And struck my power here and there;
As the darkness started to bloom,
Without a thing or two to care.

I recklessly utter the anger,
That I've been hiding for too long;
For I want them to feel the danger,
...