Like the sea my emotions are.
Unpredicatable, and always changing
I may be peaceful and calm, or wild and always raging
Albeit the similarities, I am envious of the sea
How it frustrates me so-
That I can never tame the violent storms
That brew in the depths inside of me.
The sea is the lucky one, she has learnt control
And here I am, helpess and defenceless
In the way I always deform.
The everlasting pools of tears in my eyes are no match against the sea,
I should be glad.
Yet, why do I hate everything inside of me?