Beautiful catastrophe

I think of self destruction as a piece of art
A masterpiece I create slightly differently every time
Disaster is my comfort zone
It is where I flourish and thrive

I am puck
orchestrating beautiful catastrophe
Laughing manically as the world collapses
Jumping with ecstasy and the sky falls
And chicken little panics

They only look at me
From the corner of their eyes
Waiting in tension
Waiting for the explosion
That is me. 

Waiting to see how I crumble this time
But they forget, that every crumble
I rebuild from. I put the pieces back different
You do not know me now because you knew me last week
I am in constant chaotic motion

I change with the cells in my body
As they die, regrow and mutate
I break, mend and create someone you have never seen
This it was scare people
This is why they keep their distance
For I am storm, and I am lethal.