Snapped

I'm crazy, i know i am.

Does it make a difference in how i treat people?

NO.

People make me crazy.

You go around one minute saying something nice about me, than the next, you're like a hated enemy.

Your words are lies hiding the truth.

When you speak i want to yell at you, expose you for you really are.

Sometimes i get mad enough to want to break something or hit anything.

Luckily i can control it when im around you.

The next time i won't. 

Thats when you should tread lightly around me.

Because one day i won't be able to stop.

Then, like mighty oak in a tornado, i'll snap.

And there's nothing you can do about it.