Umbrella

It's raining bitter thoughts today;
thoughts that keep washing me away.
The raindrops are pouring,
but this umbrella won't open.

So I'm standing here, on the corner of my mind,
waiting for the rain to stop and bring sunshine.
The raindrops sliding down my face with the tears;
the clouds gathering with the fears.

Why doesn't my umbrella open like theirs?
Why does it keep getting stuck; it's just not fair.
So many questions, but all I see is the blur of this rain.
My sanity and identity are being washed away.

My wet clothes are weighind down on my cold skin.
I'm searching for shelter, as my body is left quivering.
There's no hope for me; this umbrella isn't opening.
Because I have a broken umrbella.
I'm stuck in this downpour forever.