The Pain of the Light

My head hurts.
I think it's the lights,
They blind me.
I'm sick.
I'm tired.
I've reached that point,
The point where you
Just give up.
Where you just don't care.
I'm scared
To cry
To be weak.
That's frowned upon here.
'Hush, hush, keep it to yourself.'
That's what they say,
But I've reached that point,
I don't care.
I'm going rouge.
I will cry.
I will sleep.

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