why is it that people find it so easy to talk to me

venting, telling me their life stories

but try as they might they'll never understand

the wheels and tables turning in my head

they can't pin me down

they all have yet to figure me out

some people walk on eggshells when they're with me

because what they see is a delicate flower

when really I'm like a bomb

with lots of tangled wires

ready to explode & cause a disaster