I saw a lot of used-up ideas in this poem, but I also saw some promising material. If you read it out loud, you'll find that the flow is merely decent, except for a few rhyming pairs, the best of which in terms of flow was
"The world outside of me is unknown
As inside of me my emotions roam."
That came off smoothly. Right after it, the storm metaphor was good, but you should have expanded on it, giving details about whipping winds and lightning bolts, or something like that to express specifically the turmoil of the storm.

I did think the closing line was well delivered, but it just felt too cliched to be truly excellent. I see the seeds of a great writer who needs practice!