Overfizz.

I do sometimes wonder if I'm to blame.
 If the way I react drowns her in shame.
 One not meant, but it's what she sees.
 Like being terrified of flies and bees.
 Then sometimes I wonder if it's just who she is,
That her insides were built to overfizz.
 That her anxious nature flows in to me.
 Making me this someone I didn't used to be.
 Then sometimes I wonder if we were both pushed this way,
 And would we breathe deeper if that went away.