life is like a

 
Sometimes I feel like a child
Like life is a bundle of flowers 
I’ve got clenched in my fist 
In a death grip 

I’m so scared to let
A single one of them go
That I clutch them tight enough
To squeeze the life out of them

Sometimes I feel like a child again
Not sure what I did wrong 
No idea how to hold things loosely
Never told how to let them go

Only told not to hurt them
Only telling them I was 
Only trying to keep them safe