Hot Teapot

I'm individual like everyone else, but they see what they want to see. Blaming me for very wrong. Not wanting to see the shiny side, only the starless side. However that make my inside boil with a pit of rage. Like a teapot on a stove. Wanting to explode. Yet only wanting to be unchained. Like a cloud floating along. Releasing the rage that has been trapped inside. Just waiting for cup of tea from the hot teapot.