static electricity and...

I'm a little like an empty grave and a lot like standing too close to a star.
I'm a different color every day.
I act like a rockstar
(push them around, push them away),
like I'm all about too good for you,
for all this,
because inside I'm melted glass
and I can't feel the way human beings are supposed to.

I should have been born a thundercloud, a wave crashing on every beach, wild with beauty and fury and seeing ghosts in the mist. I'm a misfit, an accident with kinetic energy peaking just before I happen like an avalanche, a hurricane, a natural disaster.

I'm strange like static electricity, like spontaneous combustion. I'm a child who will fold a thousand paper cranes and forget what she wanted. I'm shadows and prisms- bent. I laugh too loud and talk too quiet, and I pretend I don't care because it sounds better.

I'm right on the edge of the spectrum, and I'll probably leave you blind if you stick around too long. I'm a flight risk, always just about to leave, never in love enough. I'm ultraviolet, brilliant, irrelevant, dangerous and fractured.