To me you’re the sun.

Now I know that sounds fun.

But it’s not in the way that you’d think.

Like waking up to your rays,

With them blinding my gaze,

Having slept yet not but a wink.

To me you’re the sun.

When I’m outside a ton.

And my skin becomes painful and red.

How it burns and it itches.

The urge to scratch gives me twitches.

Make it stop, I would rather be dead.

To me you’re the sun.

When the day’s nearly done.

The one time I want you out later.

But now I can’t see.

And ran into a tree.

Who would’ve known that the sun is a traitor.