run away like a prodigal

I'm a thundercloud, waiting to clap and burst.

I'm a thick book of questions, but there aren't any answers.

I'm a ball of insecurity, I need that assuring arm over my shoulder.

I'm a frenzied fever, I will burn out.

I'm a scribble on a page, insignificant.

I'm a car crash of a heart.

I'm a crumbling wall, crashing down.

I'm a bubble, waiting to pop.

I'm a rainy sunday afternoon, comfortable.

I'm a speech bubble, with a lot of things to say.

I'm a lingering thought.

I'm a feel good song, but I could be a sad song too.

I'm a blown bulb, robbed of its spark.

I'm a reason in itself.

I'm a cauldron of bubbling emotions, I'm drying up.