Mess of Me

Look at the awful mess that I've made
Like that of an exploding hand grenade
Shattered pieces, still flying like shrapnel
Empty spaces, filled with force
And fire at the core
I've always screwed up
I don't mean harm
I tell them that I'm crazy
Nobody listens
I push them away
I burn bridges before they have a chance to be built
And cry a river so swift to keep the people out
Projects unfinished, a desire for attention, becoming too close
It stresses me out
I get paranoid
I freak myself out
I start saying goodbye
To those that I care about
Look at the mess I've made
Exploding like a hand grenade