Sometimes I'm an explosive,
A time bomb just ticking away,
Sparking inside with crackling fire.
Ready to explode with the slightest trigger,
To destroy the world around me.

Sometimes I'm like thin glass,
Feelings always bombarding me,
From all sides like stones.
I'll crumble anytime, to bits,
And you wouldn't be able to put me back.

Sometimes I'm a house of cards,
Parts of me flying in all directions,
Just with a heavy gust of emotions.
I've been built piece by piece with precision,
And yet I'm but temporary and transient.

But most times I'm just a drop of dew,
Precariously hanging from a leaf.
Clinging to people like my life depends on it.
Cause I feel once I let go and fall.
I'll be lost in the soil without a trace.