The Storm

A poem I wrote a few months ago...

Mother I am broken you see,
I can't handle much more.
I look around at my life,
in shambles on the floor.
I see the dark clouds outside,
are the rain drops tears for me?
My tears flow from my eyes,
making it harder to see.
Blinding me time and time again,
the lightning flashes before my eyes.
Every time it happens,
A part of me dies.
The thunder silences my screams,
covering them up so well.
When people look at me,
can they even tell?
Tell that I am broken,
with pieces missing from me.
They were stolen in the night,
By those who wouldn't let me be.
The silent life I live,
I didn't choose at all.
I was so small you see,
while they were so tall.
I thought when I got bigger,
they would leave me be.
I thought that I could fight back,
and finally be free.
Even though I'm physically free now,
they still stole those pieces from me.
I can't get them back,
the holes I still see.
By donning my masks,
I hide things so well.
Mother can you even see,
is that why the clouds swell?
Alone I remove the masks,
and scream to the sky.
Wondering why I must hide,
and tell the same lie.
Mother can you heal,
the broken parts of me?
Or like everyone else,
can you not see?
See that my mind has been shattered,
into different parts of me.
Am I the one,
who holds the key?
The key to unlock the mystery,
of who I really am.
These thoughts in my head,
overflowing like a dam.
Spilling through the thoughts,
are feelings new to me.
Mother are you there,
is it me you see?
See your daughter,
down here trying.
Do you see the tears,
that I have been crying?
Can you help me to be strong,
on this road I must take?
The rain drops that fall,
are they for my sake?