My anger rustles tree branches like fallen leaves,
and I believe the wind can find a way to blow it all away,
like a tornado,
spinning my emotions out of control,
wherever they go,
they'll move mountains and make streams,
I believe the water will boil over with doubt and rage,
crashing over the shores in waves, and for days I believe in the truth of the storm,
begging the skies for more,
a single thundercloud with drops of jealousy so pure,
and thunder made from screams of outrage and misery,
bolts of dreams,
crooked and lost at the seams,
I believe in the calm,
in the eye of the storm,
that moment of happiness you'll never remember anymore,
and hail falls in a perfect form,
frozen and hard like my heart when the skies are clear,
I fear the clouds will disappear,
along with everything I feel,
and when the sun shines,
I can no longer heal,
the earthquake of despair rumbles though the ground,
and the dirt moves like a whirlwind of truth,
light of fear starts shining through,
frightening the leaves as they crumble to the earth,
they disperse in a tsunami of fury,
telling the story of the barren tree branches that were once my soul,
stealing the emotions and madness that had once made me whole