My mind is like a dangerous storm.
My mind is like a rain storm, pouring down my sadness until it overflows and seeps from my eyes.
My mind is like a tornado, whipping and hurling around my thoughts in all different ways.
My mind is like a forest fire, burning up my anger and spreading it to other parts and other people.
My mind is like a thunderstorm, with various volumes of thunder, startling me and breaking my concentration.
My mind is like a lightning storm, like lights before my eyes, entrancing me as I stare blankly into the distance.
My mind is like a hurricane, which I’m stuck in the middle of, drowning me and robbing me of my thoughts.
My mind is like a sand storm, taking the thoughts it doesn’t like and whipping them back at me, stinging my face, and painfully blinding me.
My mind is like dangerous storms, controlling me in every way.
My mind is like dangerous storms changing a little ever day.
