Sometimes I feel like a grenade.
My trigger has been pulled,
and I know the explosion is coming.
When will it come? When will I explode
into millions of tiny pieces, hitting everything around me
with fragments of the shell I was.
The built up pressure continues rising inside me
after the pin is yanked.
Who is holding this weapon in their hand,
knowing all too well the damage it will cause others?
There’s no time to think about the consequences now.
It’s too late. There’s only seconds left
Until I detonate and take out everyone who’s in reach.
A split second of fear kicks in as I know the pain I am about to cause.
There’s no turning back though.
I can no longer control this anger,
This thirst for making others feel just as shitty as I do.
After I release my fury, I know I will have victims hit with the shrapnel of my anger.
There’s more to lose, and more underneath this explosion than I have ever let on.
Sometimes, I feel like a grenade
Life As I Know It 