I may be chaotic and crazy
You can ask anyone
I have a different
Idea of what constitutes fun

I am just a girl
Who is a little afraid
Of the power contained
In a tiny grenade

I know at this time
I seem bland and weak
Because I am still searching
For the answer I seek

You do not worry or care
And I pretend that's fine
These issues I am handling
Are no one else's but mine