Some wishes don't come true, I'm glad.

If people were rain,
I wished to be
a drizzle.
Calm and composed.
Serene, slow and soft.
But instead,
I became
a thunderstorm.
I scream my way
through
the harsh world.
I wreck
I wash away
all that tries to
stop me.
I became wild,
unstoppable and harsh.
The weak,
ran away from me,
called me dangerous
and guided others
to stay away from me.
But,
the strong,
held my hand
and walked along.
They questioned me,
fought and spew wrath.
But still,
they stood by my side.
They danced with me,
while,
insanity ran
through my veins
and
curiosity
attacked my brain.
Some wishes,
don't come true.
I'm glad,
they don't.
I don't want to be
a drizzle anymore.
I don't want to be
mediocre anymore.
I don't want to be
just another someone anymore.