The storm in me
Is the conflict you cant see
Who i am, or am not
Supposed to be
The person i was,
Because and should be

Someone who was
Smart and strong
Needed and belonged
Confident without hesitation
A patriot of this great nation and
A loyal friend If ever you needed one

Today though some see me differently
They say im a
Disappointment with disabilities
Slowly ruining a reputation
A product of my environmental instabilities
Falling short of an expectation

But sometimes there's nothing you can do
When life interferes with predesitination
And redirects it down a path unsecurred and
Opened to translation.
Just as it did to me...

Now everyday is exactly the same
But completely different
I wish I could explain.

Who I was back then
Came to his end that beautiful day in May
And what was left
is what is now
A conflict that no one sees
The Storm inside of me.

AvA