Eye of the Storm

Pages of history
Circles that can not be unbroken

This is the path I follow
While my own family
Struggles with my very existence

Was I meant to be here
Was I the accident
Mom and sister joked about

Was I meant to be here
Did I become the mistake they say I am

The questions arise
A new circle forms

The storm fast approaches
I can feel my anger and regret
Boil over to a new high

Puffy clouds rise
Like the sad feeling in my heart

Trust is gone
Like a loud thunder clap
Roaring and shaking the windows

This is the eye of my storm