My mind.
It is a whirlwind.
A tornado.
Tearing at my sanity.
Ripping it up from its roots.
And you?
You are the force behind it.
You are the one.
Who tears away at me.
Who makes my mind this jumbled up mess.
Leaving me in tears.
In the middle of the night.
Wondering.
Why?
Why, am I not good enough.
Why?
Why, am I never enough for anyone.
Is it me?
It has to be.
There is, so much wrong with me.
It must be.
This tornado inside of me,
It wears away my strength.
The roots of my mind.
They are weak now.
Unable to withstand much more of your force.
I need the tornado to stop.
I need you to stop.
I need to be good enough.
Before I am uprooted and blown away.