Tiny Green Grenade

I am a sandstorm,
raging in a bottle.

I'm like monster,
under this face so subtle.

I am a rocket,
ready to blast off.

A bomb in your pocket,
with a deadly blast.

Don't you tinker with me,
I am no toy.

I am a human earthquake,
here to destroy.

I reek of anger and frustration,
of explosions silenced by procrastination.

And don't try to run away, me; you can't evade,
I am a volcano, in a tiny green grenade