The Storm; that is my mind.

You can’t touch me without being burned. I am a flame that does not flicker, and I burn brighter every time someone tries to blow me out.
You can’t go near me without drowning. I am a tsunami that comes without warning, and I grow stronger with every city I destroy.
You can’t invite me over without expecting a storm. I am a hurricane that will blow you away, and I am only calm in the eye of the high winds.
I will not apologize, because I was not made to be loved by you, or to love you back. I keep my friends close, and my family closer, but I have built a Berlin Wall around my heart and my country, because too many have tried to tame me, finish me, ruin me.
I am a survivor, I bear every scar. I will write until my last breath, and I will fight for everything I love.




