My Heart is an Egg

my heart, the perfectly shaped egg oh dear, hear me out, would you? i can explain it, everything, for you it's a philosophy only one can understand, will you? i'm not like the rest i used to want glasses, freckles, and even braces i used to rock back and forth like i was in a movie at some point, even wanted to switch races i used to climb the tree searching for the apple i used to roam the streets in search of treasure now the fire has been extinguished, there's no more crackle none to call home, only issues and trouble to tackle im insensitively sensitive, my heart, an egg my whole life is a paradox, inconsequently the softest at the core, basically liquid inside but getting through, planets and asteroids will have to collide and inside, there's something brewing, building, and forming like a chicken giving birth to its chick, its transforming and soon, it will break through the barriers and hatred will be swarming that's how you would remember me, that's the sad part so i warn you now, not to overstep care and nurture me, protect my heart and tread lightly, be cool cause im a ticking time bomb, tick tick tick and trust me, you should have no intention of being around for the boom what good does it do if my heart is an egg, but i'm surrounded with sharp utensils how does it make anything better if my tongue has all the power and my heart has to deal with the aftermath how does my brain even play a role when it knows what's going on and does nothing doesn't provide a path to success doesn't enable me to laugh in times of stress the heat is rising, and like an egg, i feel my heart getting more solid, like a boiled egg i dont know who is in control of the temperature, but i won't beg i'll stand up straight, head up, and keep smiling because the tension is rising, the right things, nobody's buying i'm failing, but baby, im trying i'm seeing way too many souls flying, gliding in Azure Sky there's too many people lying, oh my there it is there breakfast is served.