volatility

maybe we're all like sticks
and we're thrown around, beaten.
and then one day we break, and snap.
and we lose who we are.
Then we have to try to find ourselves again.
we're so fragile.


Or perhaps I'm an oil drum,
the tiniest spark, and the situation blows up in my face.
because of what is inside me.
We're all so volatile inside.
well, to some degree.