Analysis of SNATCH

I collapsed again,
imitating a building of broken mold,
Thought it's already getting old,
but here I am.

Truly tired of putting on my smile,
It have plastered too long,
I can't take it anymore.

I can feel it coming,
waves of emotions,
countless lines of thoughts,
several sides of persona,
varieties twists of reactions.

At this point, butterflies are such a fear,
It devours inside of my stomach,
everytime I wonder about who I'll become,
how far I'll survive.

I keep loving,
they keep snatching,
I run out of will.