It's storming here,
The rain is kissing the air
And caressing my window panes
It reminds me of the internal storm I face
As I fall deeper into the recesses of my brain

It's a hard sensation to explain
It's like I'm sick of myself but can't abandon my name
I'm collapsing internally, externally I'm all the same
I know I'm odd, I'm cut from a different grain

Am I too sensitive? Too emotional?
This has been burdening my brain
Should I shut out my own feelings?
Protect myself from them, as an umbrella does the rain...