Umbrella

It seems it’s planned for me to suffer and prone for me to hurt.
It seems that it is casual to throw me in the dirt.
It seems that in my hopefulness I once again could see,
That hope is just a fairytale. Never meant for me.
I’d like to think I could be happy, to smile every day,
But every time I turn around a frown is in my way.
The universe has planned this, all of it for me.
To pick me up and push me down. To try to make me see.
The world we’re in is crippling, it’s crushing down our souls.
It’s pushing us between things and tearing down our goals.
All this is so excessive. It’s so hard to accept.
When promises are trash talk and only lies are kept.
This is a never ending circle of painful burns and scars,
Where nothing more but meteors is falling from the stars.
May my frown be by umbrella. Preparing me for worse
And to help the coming rainstorm be a slightly weaker curse.