I am the Storm

The voices inside my head would always whisper,

you can't do it,

you're not strong enough,

you won't make it through this storm.

I believed them for a long time.

They made me so scared,

that I didn't try,

I gave up right when I started loving something,

or someone.

I always leave when things get too good,

because they always told me it wouldn't last,

that I would fuck it up,

like I did everything.

But then,

I met this girl.

I met this girl with brunette hair and a sarcastic personality.

I met this girl who turned my life upside down.

I met her,

and it was like I could finally let go,

I could finally stop holding back,

I could finally let my wall come down.

The voices didn't like her,

because they were sitting on that wall,

and they knew that if she broke it down,

they would be stranded.

But she broke down the walls,

she tore apart the idea I've always held far too close,

of who I had to be,

she made me free,

and she gave me the opportunity to whisper right back at them,

I am the motherfucking storm.