A Random Rhyme Of A Socially Perceived "Normal" Person

Random...unless you can manage to make something of it...

Interpretation is in vain; ideas always vary;
no one cares to understand, patience is to heavy to carry.
The lid rattles impatiently and the water bubbles over;
the masses scream drunkenly, greed cannot keep them sober.

The black and red mix, volcanoes spew and sputter;
a woman thinks brokenly those words she cannot utter.
Life demands too much for us to feel;
our wounds are too painful, and they take too long to heal.

A moment can drag, or never seem long enough.
An instance can disappear or linger like a lost love.
A fish out of water for a mere second feels suffocated as it flops.
A mother's son dies...it happens fast, but time stops.

Ready and loaded, a scent lingers on the air;
the prey running, skittish eyes feverishly searching everywhere,
but finding only a lingering smoke still present;
its fear abounds, overflowing where courage isn't.

The clock is still, its hands explode;
it is another one of those episodes
where my mind is pandora's box,
awaiting the hidden key that everything unlocks.

A grape squirts droplets across the white kitchen floor;
its crimson juice hints of blood and gore.
Why can anything remind me of something depressing,
when I am apparently normal, with no issues in need of addressing?