I am not you, I am me

We are different

Sometimes I like the rain

Sometimes it makes me sad

lonely

You've always hated the rain

Sometimes I am angry and 

Sometimes I erupt like a shaken soda

Life is like the marshmallow in the s’more

First you have to take one out of the bag

Then stab it on a stick

If you do it wrong

The marshmallow drops into eager flames

You can start over