I hold a storm inside of me
Put on a smile, pretend to be
Fine, while trying to love you
Out of a wild belief that maybe
One day you’ll say something
And then no longer grieve
The isolating pain this brings
Maybe I still believe that
I am worthy of being saved
From a storm, you didn’t start
But when you are around
It behaves
And sometimes I see you play
With the storm, maybe unintentionally
But I know you can make it worse
If you wanted to
Now why did I bring myself to you
While holding this storm in
I don’t know if I will make it out alive
Will the storm win?
-Al