My parents lied to me

They still lie to me

Is it for my good?

I don't know

When I was five

I was unstable

A little ticking bomb

Who had to go away from the others

They did not want to drown

They did not want to hear my cries

My parents lied and said that every-

Thing was alright

It was not

It is not

There was a storm inside of me

A tempest

A hurricane

A real storm

It wanted things it could not name

It ached for things out of reach

It moaned for companions who would not come near

It was painful, but it was mine

But parents often lie

They said that everything was going

To be fine

That I was alright

All I had to do was not cry

To bottle up those emotions

To make stupid symbols on my desk

To think about happy things

I could not hold the storm

Those eights never gave me calm

There was nothing I considered "happy" to call my own

And so I cried

And the storm grew inside me

I grew cold

I grew old

And I keep it inside to be

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(I dunno, I just wasn't happy with the other prompt I did today. Also, it sucks heck that I can't do older prompts on the computer ToT. Come on dear Daily Prompt, please and thank you.)