TnT is wildly dangerous
TnT explodes
And it hurts
And it feels.
It’s something a human
Can make
Can blow up
Can die from


I’m a human
But sometimes
People can make TnT
From the scraps
Inside me.

They yell at me in anger
Because I exploded
When they
Were the ones
Who grabbed
The lighter
Picked up my rope
And lit the edge.

Why do people make
TnT out of me?