my mind is filled with storms
and the lighting likes to flash across my eyes.
sometimes i cant tell if what i’m hearing is your voice
or the thunder pounding in my ears.
too many times it has poured out of my mouth
the harsh sound of the tempest pulsing out of me.
i dont want to surround you with my battles,
but sometimes you get caught in the middle of the storm.
i guess thats okay
because in the rain
you cant see
me cry