Brave the Storm
Brave the Storm
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It all started when I was about twoThey said it was a phase; big feelings were brand newHad a quick trigger, I’s equipped with a short fuseMy parents had a hard time with how to respond toSo, they got me in OT and speech therapyGradually got better, thank God, cuz apparentlyThe peanut gallery was unbearable, but then weStarted to learn to validate the grizzly bear in meHard to navigate this emotional terrainFelt like Godzilla in the middle of a hurricaneWhipping chairs through the flipping airThen hiding beneath ‘em to escape from the rainI am a cat lyin’ (lion) in a land of dogsA Macintosh in a Windows lab becauseI think I’m wired wrong, so I pray to GodTo stay afloat even though it’s only a pondI’m under water with a broken regulatorIt’s dark, and I’m afraid, and the fear is getting greaterI’m gonna meditate and say, “See you later, Vader”Before I get mad and snap like an alligator
On a roller coaster without brakes, but I’m boundTo get off track from a smell or a slight soundHopeless time-outs, trying to find outWhy it took an hour for me to finally wind downLearning to handle meltdowns with a hot padBut sometimes Mom and Dad even lost it and got madStuck in a log jam up against a damAt the base of a volcano—yeah, it got that badPeaceful, then crack, watching the lava flowNever know when I’m gonna blow and lose control‘Student of the Month’ to abrupt suspensionOh, and did I mention I’m only five years old?A combination of Bruce and Jean, what I mean isConstantly battling Hulk and Dark PhoenixLike trying to knock ‘em out cold with a KleenexStruggling to cope with these angels and demonsNobody could figure out the cause or meaningOf all the frustration, the crying, the screamingAll the mystery and drama keep on repeatingGuess that’s why I’ve had so many screenings
Living every day on the edge of the deep endTrying my hardest to find my ZenDysregulation amplified by tenSounds like a scratched record, over and over againPerfectionist, realistically, is a risk to meWhen I color outside of the lines and get pissed and fleeI know I act differently than what you see typicallyBut all I really need is your patience and empathySome screwballs don’t even give us a chanceDisapproval with a shameful glanceBut we know better now, instead of being bitter, howIt’s the same old ignorant and insecure song and danceBut to all those watching from up in the standsI’ve gained all the support and advocates I canAll going to bat for me, drawing up game plansSo that when I get hot, I just look at my fansWishing everyday could be the same as beforeClear skies, sunshine, butterflies, and unicornsBut before a rainbow, there might be a downpourSo, I’m gonna slip my rain boots on and head out the doorand brave the storm
_____________________________________________________Brave the StormHotdish Hans
On a roller coaster without brakes, but I’m boundTo get off track from a smell or a slight soundHopeless time-outs, trying to find outWhy it took an hour for me to finally wind downLearning to handle meltdowns with a hot padBut sometimes Mom and Dad even lost it and got madStuck in a log jam up against a damAt the base of a volcano—yeah, it got that badPeaceful, then crack, watching the lava flowNever know when I’m gonna blow and lose control‘Student of the Month’ to abrupt suspensionOh, and did I mention I’m only five years old?A combination of Bruce and Jean, what I mean isConstantly battling Hulk and Dark PhoenixLike trying to knock ‘em out cold with a KleenexStruggling to cope with these angels and demonsNobody could figure out the cause or meaningOf all the frustration, the crying, the screamingAll the mystery and drama keep on repeatingGuess that’s why I’ve had so many screenings
Living every day on the edge of the deep endTrying my hardest to find my ZenDysregulation amplified by tenSounds like a scratched record, over and over againPerfectionist, realistically, is a risk to meWhen I color outside of the lines and get pissed and fleeI know I act differently than what you see typicallyBut all I really need is your patience and empathySome screwballs don’t even give us a chanceDisapproval with a shameful glanceBut we know better now, instead of being bitter, howIt’s the same old ignorant and insecure song and danceBut to all those watching from up in the standsI’ve gained all the support and advocates I canAll going to bat for me, drawing up game plansSo that when I get hot, I just look at my fansWishing everyday could be the same as beforeClear skies, sunshine, butterflies, and unicornsBut before a rainbow, there might be a downpourSo, I’m gonna slip my rain boots on and head out the doorand brave the storm
_____________________________________________________Brave the StormHotdish Hans
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