I'm like a sponge: the more water, the more I grow; the more you squeeze, the more I shrink.
I can handle the water, I take what I can and brush off the rest. I absorb what's needed and can use that to help others and apply it to my life.
But squeeze me like a ***** sponge, everything pours out of me. I can only take so much before everything starts to flood - everything that I ever kept in pours out.
I'm like a sponge. I can take in a lot, hold it all in, but once you squeeze me, get ready for a ***** flood.
After I wrote this, I realized that it comes across as me crying, but I'm writing about anger.