Fireworks echo

The firework were serving as a metaphor for how i was feeling

The fireworks echo what’s going on inside

The explosions that seem to glide and collide

Those fantastical eruptions I can take in my stride

As they mimic my life as a Jekyll and Hyde

 

One minute my head is thumping and banging

The next I’m smiling pushing all that aside

In the hopes that no one will notice I lied

That despite all the hurt, the frustration and pain

I still don’t want to be seen to complain

So I force out a giggle and an “Oh me I’m fine”

So as not to cause worry or a constant need to define

 

See fireworks are nothing more than gunpowder and chemicals

Small explosions made to look spectacular and pretty

Something ugly that’s been tweaked so it can light up a city

Fireworks that explode in the sky outside

Echo what’s happening to me inside

 

Author's Note

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