Every night I can feel it
Like some evil spirit
Watching me in the dark
Waiting for the spark
Of fear that will breathe life
into its world and intensify the strife
That I feel every hour
to remind me I have no power
in the storm of the world that I
try to live in, try to survive
But there's no port in this storm
Only voices demanding that I conform
To the accepted standard and way
That everyone else lives, to stay
quote "normal", to never speak
of the storm inside that seeks to wreak
havoc on my person, on my world
It's so much easier to remain curled
Up inside, never risking the chaos outside
Is it real?  Is it fake?  I can't decide.
So I look out, and the room is completely quiet
But in my head, it's a riot
Of thoughts and emotions whirling and stumbling
And it all keeps jumbling
How I feel inside, who I am
All I want is to understand
This world, this storm, this panic, this fear
To know why it must always draw near.
Why can't it stay away?  Why won't it leave?
All I want is for it to relieve
me of its terror and give me some peace
All I want is for the storm to cease
All I want is for it to stop