i begin to cry and the rain starts to come
i get mad and the world thunders in perimeter
i scream and the sky lights up in sync
it's written in poetry
to make it sound pretty
in reality the people around me
flinch and jump at the unexpected roar
but me,
my body shudders under the restraint of my own tears
just as mother nature booms
in response to her own breakdown
for what is a person if they don't destroy
what is a person if they don't create
what is a person if they don't feel
what is a person if they don't live
what is a person if they don't eat
what is a person if they don't sleep
what is a person if they don't die
what is me if i never cry
i feel and the storm comes
as a friend to remind me that i can be gentle
yet still be defined by my aggression
