STORMY DAYS MAKE ME THINK

I was always one to like gloomy days

I used to not know why

but it seems that the more time that goes by

I understand why

I like dark skies and the sound of thunder

 I like the way the trees sway as harsh winds threaten their existence

 I like raging storms— ones that make you tense up and inconvenience your day

I understand why I like storms

I finally figured it out 

I like storms because of the one I feel growing inside me

I don’t know how much longer it will be before I finally break

I don’t know how much more of this I can take

I am much like a storm

Dark skies to dark thoughts 

The sound of thunder can heard late at night

 as I cry for what feels like hours 

I am much like a storm 

or like a tree in a storm

I sway back and forth desperately 

As these harsh thoughts threaten my existence 

I am much like a storm 

Because if people knew how I felt 

it would make them tense up 

I would inconvenience them 

I can’t hurt anyone because 

I am much like a storm 

I like the way storms eventually calm down

They stop themselves from causing any more mayhem 

I wish I was more like a storm 

I wish I could stop myself from causing any more damage