Black Broken Glass (Safety Glass Ice 2)

1:

Emotions can be hard to control,
for anyone at all, and for some,
it's more than others.
For me, it's hard to rein in
any strong emotion at all
and when they suddenly explode,
inflate like a balloon;
it's like that balloon is attached
to an air compressor
that I can't find the switch to.
So I have to do something
I can't just sit calmly with this balloon
on the point of explosion,
rapidly inflating in my chest.
The windows on ovens are
made of tempered safety glass
when I threw the bottle,
I only meant to destroy something
worthless, meaningless,
it's empty and ready for the trash.
but it hit the oven door, 

and not the floor.

2:

The safety glass shattered
into a thousand pieces,
and I could hear the cracking
of it breaking into a thousand more.
I can relate...
To this black safety glass ice,
because it's how I feel,
and I wish I could turn it back
like it was before
a functional oven, like me.
I used to be a functional human,
but now we're both shattered
broken black ice, sharp and harmful
in thousands of pieces
cracking into more, hurting anyone near
and like the safety glass,
I don't know how to piece it back together,
form it back into something functional.
But everything starts with sweeping the glass
so that no one else gets hurt
anymore than they already have.
Isn't it strange, that a broken oven door
and myself are just so fucking similar?