My thought’s are like trees in a restless storm

Where whirlwinds of worry and paranoia are formed.

My thought’s are like waves in an angry sea, that can capsize bliss

drown confidence and glee.

My thought’s are like echoes in an abandoned home,

where family once lived but now stands alone.

My thought’s are like traffic always stuck in a jam, where the sound of doubt shouts and

horns of pain slam.