I am not allowed to live in the world I created

Inside myself, where I am debated

No tornado or cyclone can end it

Only some parts are hidden

due to the arena’s ability to suspend it

All my emotions are my guides

and yet, also are my extremely different, conflicting sides

Publicly, some will show and some will hide

but privately, they all will coincide

I am the queen of my emotions

Because I am their focus

My mind is a life-long ride

Watching out the window

Arriving to the next state and asking “Why?”

How did I get here?

What part of my old self will appear?

Will it help me get to where I am going?

Is the road very clear or is there snowing?

Why is there snow on the ground?

Has my destiny been found?