Inside. Wind blowing, maybe a tornado
Fire coming out the sky; Silence everywhere.
What’s going on? Not a soul will ever know
Too much commotion for anyone to bear.

Outside. Beautiful as ever too, with her looks,
Her walk is unique and she turn heads instantly
Acts like a goddess in the morning, even with her books
She has already been accused of being ill mentally.

However, she constantly stands on the edge in her head
As if a volcano is rumbling ready to explode
Scared to jump, and sometimes seems as if she is dead
So she packs up and gets ready to hit the empty road.

She always can be very deadly to many without warning
Other times she can be caring and many times mourning.