sToRm

They call me innocent,

They don’t know the half.

They think I am perfect,

They don’t see the storm coming.

I promise you,

It is coming.

And it will destroy,

Everything,

Including me.

My mind is wasting,

Lacking stimulation,

Fragile and delicate.

Ripped at the seams,

Thrown apart,

Reassembled with haste.

I’m crazy,

Off kilter.

I am wasting away,

Losing skills,

I didn’t know I had.

Missing pieces,

Lacking completion.

The storm is almost breaking,

Throwing large waves upon the shore,

Tossing trees,

As though they were toothpicks.

I hope they like their lives.

Get comfortable,

You should run.

To occupy my time,

I am creating the perfect storm.

Watch and enjoy.

Watch me go insane.