It feels as if something big is coming
Like something’s about to happen
Though it might be residue
From the psychiatric hospital
I write poems about this tornado mind
The tornado inside  
The voices in my head
The images from my past
The darkness
The light
I’m always trying to figure out
Why?
Why am I the way I am?
Overthinking
Some people say special
But if they’d stick around, it’d echo
There’s something not quite right with her
So I try to say out of trouble
But it’s hard
When you get so lost in your mind
You forget about others