The Storm
Weird feelings, weird thoughts
Not me, but who though?
Whose thoughts are these?
Wanting to be active
Also wanting sleep
Wanting more, wanting less
But of the same thing
Wanting peace, wanting noise
Wanting to be free of it
Here comes the storm
Holding on to the wish
That I can be normal
I can act like you, right?
Play the part I should
Be who you want me to be
Say the right things
Sure, it's possible
I've been doing that
Playing the part
Fitting into the mold
This is who I am
At least, if I try enough
I can shove it all away
Keep it locked up
I can do this, I can't do this
I could, but should I?
I'm supposed to be myself
I need to be original
But my originality is weird
You wouldn't like it
You'd tell me to be happy
It seems a small request
It takes so long though
Building that kind of mood
Days in the making
Weeks at the most
You don't know the struggle
Weekly, daily, hourly even
Sometimes it's all day
Sometimes I get a break
Promise you won't leave
When I lose it
And I promise to try
To keep it under control
I don't want you to see that
But sometimes I can't stop
Anger or break down
I never know which
Maybe it will be both
Then I might apologize
For hurting you
For scaring you
But I warned you
You can't be mad at me
You knew before it happened
I told you of the storm
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