I have this whirlwind ever growing inside me,
It keeps threatening to break outside,
Strong and clever, yet can be put out,
This tornado keeps me awake,
I need an escape, I need it gone,
I need to show it weaker, but it grows everyday,
This unbearable feeling,
A casualty waiting to attack,
And as I sense some relief,
It pulls me back,
This sinister whirlwind tries to keep misery evergreen,
The only solace I have is that I can be stronger,
But what solace if not felt?
I need to put my foot down.