I am different.
I am weird.
I am a smoldering fire.
That if you strike a match my anger will ignite.
My flames will burn you.
My songs will comfort you.
My anger will hurt you.
I am not simple.
I am complex.
No one truly understands me.
Until they see the real me.
Your comfort is water.
Puts me out when my flames go to high
And keeps me calm.
People who hurt me are gasoline.
It only makes my rage burn longer.
And my flames taller.
My gentle strokes will give you warmth.
But abandon me for too long and I destroy everything.
My rage will ignite everything I touch.
I am now a fire of rage.