Eyes squinting Stopping the blinding rays From blurring vision. Red hot But suffer in silence It's a rarity. Defend against. Hide away from the dangers. Pretend it isn't bad. Listen closely It's not that bad, they said But the consequences thought otherwise. It's good To feel something that is. Not an emptiness, A numbness. Or a burning pain. A feeling. Although Even with this surface pain There will always be an underlying drone. A drone of sadness A drone of happiness Who knows? But the surfacing daggers of heat Glare through skin To pierce the wounds within Know more than you let on.