My life is a twister of madness
an overwhelming bundle of 70 mile-per-hour winds that
twirl and spin until it has nothing left to do but crash
A tornado that is made up of bits and pieces of my shattered past
has broken down into something worse than debris--
Shards of glass defined the very person that I used to be
My emotions gather in a funnel cloud
Spinning constantly, topsy-turvy, round n' round
until it creates something that cannot be stopped
And without a sound, debris scatters through the streets,
up and down
houses topple and crumble and somehow--
I can't accept that it's all my fault
Instead I blend in with the destruction
and cower until the dust erupts and flies away
leaving me with no choice but to accept
that I was not the eye of the storm
but the storm itself