I once thought that i made it worse.
That every part of me was a curse.
That all my words were just a verse.
But really all my secrets were in my purse.
I fell apart when the called me a storm,
I didn't listen, but they gave me a warn.
I didn't listen, so i was torn.
i remember the day they called me a hurricane,
at first it brought me much pain.
Until i blew them all away.
I put in mind for when they call me little.
That i am a hurricane,
and they are a drizzle.