Me, The Storm.

I am not a girl of the norm, not the kind to keep you calm and warm.

when they stare long and deep into my eyes, they are left speechless and cannot comprehend what they see under my disguise. The eyes are said to be the windows to one's soul, They see passion and dreams, but with a soul. Undefined I am, undefined I will be and undefined I shall always be. I produce fear into those who are cowards, those that find an excuse to run as soon as it showers. The sunny days are warm and it calms what is under my skin, but the rainy days are cold and they pour out that which is hidden deep from within. I love the rain because I don't have to hide what is under my skin, the rain isn't always pleasant and when its not it  is when my true form dares to try and tear my skin. They cannot get too close, they cannot handle me.  I am not a girl, I am a storm with skin.

They won't let me Sleep

They won't let me sleep. The voices in my head, I can hear them weep. My thoughts found voices, voices other than my own. They are all screaming at once, they speak loudly of fear, others of threats, others of anger, and some of pain. I feel abandoned, left to handle it on my own. A punishment from the heavens?  They all seem terrified, and they all want to complain to me, me their vessel. They playback memories to make me stop feeling numb, I stare at the memories feeling numb still. I refuse to feel, I choose to smile, laugh and make jokes instead. Numb to the shock that my life might change forever... Numb to the sharp pain of disappointment that is trying to creep in. I shall close my eyes... Sink into my head, drown in chaos and maybe, just maybe I'll find peace... I'll find sleep.. I'm okay, I'm great... But they won't let me sleep.