Earthquakes no longer feel so foreign to my body,

I haven’t felt a sense of peace in years.

Thoughts begin to overwhelm me like a deadly wave,

But I’ve learned with time I can’t control them.

Now Hurricanes do not phase me as they used to do,

They blow through my head nearly every day.

As they force into me when I amble past my peers,

I already know who will win the fight.

Volcano eruptions do occur from time to time,

I’m aware I cannot keep down the burn.

When the Lava overflows from my lips to the air,

I know that I can never take it back.

People gather around me, watching my fire spread,

But anyone that comes near makes it worse.

They question me, and ask me things that supply the storm.

“how can one kid be such a disaster.”