I live with the storms
They are people who've been threw to much
They smile and laugh
They hate frowns with there whole existence
Because they know all sorts of pain and misary
The storms lie together
Some are monsoons and others tornados
But they don't care what type of storm you are
They don't care what makes you imperfect
Because they are
But that makes them perfect
They aren't Normal
That's why I love them
The storms have no limits
They have problems
But the storms help one another out and in trust each other with their problems
The storm only accept smiles
The storms are a family
Their tree is like them crazy and intertwined with chaos
They are chaos
The storms laugh and play but we know what's behind their smile a storm
I am a storm
They the storms are the ones who help me
They love me unconditionally
The storms Aren't limited by the words I speak
Because they are more then that the storms
I have Barley enough words to describe them
The storms need new words to describe them
The storms are a family
And I am glad to be a storm
