#notreallypoem

There's a storm inside her head,

and sometimes she begs it to stop spinning, to stop hitting her, but it's always there, it's always there.

She told herself she needed no one, that everything would be gone one day and no one should ever stay beside her,

but some days she got lonely and she asked someone to stay with her

Little did she know, little did she know

The storm never steps back, it moves, it moves, it whirls, it hits the person beside her.

No one can contain you, the storm forms a face and the face contains a mouth, that starts talking to her.

The other person will create bigger storm in your head, you'll feel it cut the cells in your brain til you collapse and remember nothing.

But you, oh you can hurt the person back. You're good at it. The storms are so big you can't even stop it from leaking from your head.

Hell is other people.

She thinks she's so human, she thinks she can cast bliss on other people, she thinks she can bond, she thinks she's similar with them, she thinks she's capable of doing what they do.

Hell is other people.

She just ends up trying to be something she's not, she ends up being a freak on the leash, their eyes widen looking at her, they're surprised, they're scared, they're confused.

She tries to be like them.

But in the end, everything she does is laughable. They'll ask her to come back to where she belongs to.

Stop trying, they say.

Sanctuary is not in the corner.

Nothing makes sense,

including your existence.

She covers her ear and screams.