Most people I know are like a warm summer breeze. They touch people in a pleasing way. Most people enjoy warm summer breezes. Only a few don't like them. Then sometimes this people I know are more like storms. Everyone is fine with watching the storm from a safe place, but, heaven forbids, noone wants to be the one who is outside. However, a storm may leave bruises, but usually noone gets seriously hurt.
Most of the time, I feel like I'm nothing of this. I don't feel like a warm sunmer breeze, I don't feel like a storm. I feel like I'm a hurricane. A hurricane looks pretty, but it kills people. And hurts them. Noone blames the hurricane for being like this and the hurricane himself doesn't have a clue that he hurts people. But I bet if he knew, he would stop. And if he stops, he has to die.
The problem is... when a hurricane vanishes everyone is relieved. However, this doesn't count for people.