• My life is a never-ending twister of madness
    an overwhelming bundle of 70 mile-per-hour winds that
    twirl and spin until it has nothing left to do but crash
    A tornado that is made up of bits and pieces of my shattered past
    has broken down into something worse than debris--
    Shards of glass defined the very person that I used to be
    My emotions gather in a funnel cloud
    Spinning constantly, topsy-turvy, round n' round
    until it creates something that cannot be stopped
    And without a sound, debris scatters through the streets,
    up and down
    houses topple and crumble and somehow--
    I can't accept that it's all my fault
    Instead I blend in with the destruction
    and cower until the dust erupts and flies away
    leaving me with no choice but to accept
    that I was not the eye of the storm
    but the storm itself