A thunderstorm of thoughts
Floods her mind until she's caught
Lost in the winds she pretends
Defends herself and all its wealth

Flash back smacked raw direct to the point
violently carried out distressed and in the joint
Fatal reality, distracted by her history
Questioning brutality, Unclear she has to see

Stubborn She resents all that he's done
Showing bitterness to him the battles won
Like a kettle pot loud distinct scream
A disturbed adolescents now disturbed by the dreams

Childish acts show just how she felt
In all the negative is where she dwelt
Too long it has been her souls burden
Never hesitates to put her word in

The fear draws tears well adhered
Blames the years that cleared what kept them near
Now the time has changed and they have aged
She still holds resent form those young days