Life's Tornado

This is the only poem I have from when I was writing in high school. Even then, I was struggling.

My place is such a wreck.

It looks as if a

Tornado came and camped

Out for the weekend.

There are clothes on the floor.

So much is just clutter,

That even when this place is neat,

It still looks so cluttered.

There are times in life when

It seems that my life

Looks and feels like this place

After a tornado has been through.

On the outside I look like

I have it all together;

Like my life is neat and clean,

And couldn't be much better.

But then on the inside

Where it really matters,

Its like a whirlwind has

Messed me all up instead.