Try to Find Me

There are all kinds of things
Rumbling around with
Thunderous waves
Kind of sound
inside of me
I'm a stranger to myself
and a danger to myself
Seeds of doubt long ago planted
inside my flower pot
makes the noise never stop
stop
stop
STOP!
I stomp my feet
like the child I am
and retreat
inside the tent I've pitched
inside of my lonely mind.
Maybe one of these days
Someone will care enough
to try to find me.