My mind like a whirlwind of thoughts,
Surrounding me are the battles I've fought
Slowly the words are attacking from all sides,
Even those occurrences I didn't confide
Blowing all over me is the harsh cold breeze,
Calmness washes over me, my mind put at ease
I'm standing in the eye of the hurricane,
I survived through the depression and through the pouring rain
All around me it's pouring hail and sleet,
I wait and watch for the storm to retreat
Whirling and whirling are the thought tornadoes,
With more and more pressure, the wind starts to blow
Standing in the eye of the hurricane,
My identity and sanity I try to maintain
The storm continue to take along with it some lives,
With destruction and disaster, the hurricane thrives
Sucking in reality, knowing it'll never be the same,
While standing in the eye of the hurricane.
~Via