Im fighting for the energy,
That I need to be me.
But it's tiring to be,
Where I can't,
Even decide,
What I am
Supposed
To be.
Be
Me.

Silent like the waves in a storm.
She looked at the clouds drowned out by the thunder.
The tarmac was warm,
But the warmth was fading into a numb canker.

She closed her eyes,
Or were they closed for her.
A question others realized,
Was now pointless to make clear.

The answer could not save.
Only shock.
Silent like the wave in the storm,
On the rocks.