Internal storm

I lay awake waiting for the end A small breeze from robust wind A light drizzle as thunder roars and the sky flashes Bullets fly blood is shed and a car crashes Nothing seems so terrible as I am stuck in my own storm Maybe I'm selfish but affliction may come an any form I feel shamed for even being depressed For such trivial reason my feelings are better off suppressed I am forced to believe this nonsense as would anyone else in my life I must coup with my own emotion no matter how big or small the strife Soon I will learn how to let it out Until then I shut my mouth