Grenade

Sometimes I can't help but feel like I am the cause of all my misery.

Everyone else seems to function properly. 

Apparently, I can't even act right.

Apparently, I am the one with all the issues.

Apparently, I bring everything on, by myself.

The day was going pretty well, but yah a trigger sets me off and there I go....you can't really put the pin back on a grenade once it's been pulled. I just wish you never pulled it. Wish you understood me well enough to know that you have a grenade in hand and it's only a matter of time. 

Time to wear my fake smile, at least I can do that without much effort lately.