This poem basically sums up what I've been feeling these last few days.
Inside me is a hurricane, the storm that no one can see
Lightning streaks across the sky, but no thunder sound
Follows in its path, I want to scream. I will remain here
My fear becomes a big grey cloud, rain hits the ground
The torrential downpour of all anxiety driven thoughts
But I'll say nothing; I'll do nothing. All alone, I remain
With only my doubts for company, I feel so lost inside
Protesting the frustration, an injustice haunts my brain
I'm a ship in a bottle, glass that contains my hurricane
Where lighting streaks the sky but still, no thunder here
Rain hits the reflective wall and there is no place to go.
My heart is that brave little schooner, trembling in fear
Tossed about, while waves drag me to an endless deep
Inside me is a hurricane but on the outside, I will sleep.