The Tornado

I believe that I was once a quiet and shy child that would never walk with muddy shoes indoors and fold handkerchiefs like paper planes. Where did that kid go? I am at my grandmas and it is impossible for me right now to find that silent kid inside of me again. Although my parents calls me The Tornado I am still reluctant to tell them my summer plans, about bumming around Asia smoke lots of ciggarettes and write in my diary. Sometimes I do wish my parents had a another kid who could satisfy their need for some neatness. I am the ADHD kid from hell, me myself wanna crawl back to the womb that I came from. Patience is a virtue, guilt is a illusion.