Storm Inside of Me

My mind races as I look for a place, a haven, a sanctum,
or something to lay my thoughts upon.
Some shield or protection
I can retrieve before my whole state of mind is gone
These days people only look at the outside,
not daring to find the
beauty resting on the inside, beauty that died
As I look for a place,
I find myself recalling memories, thinking about them reminiscing.
I wonder some point in my thoughts,
what on earth was I missing?
Painted pictures, and numberless idols, school work,
and occasionally reading the Bible.
As I sit, I recognize I'm unhappy, things have been atrocious,
my life is a sea of countless emotions
My mind races,
and it's there that I understand
I cannot run and hold things inside,
I'm the reason the beauty inside my very own heart died!

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