Rage

Rage My rage, it expires down deep to desires but I must keep the fight to turn on the light. But the light is the sun and surely everyone must feel its effect. Well, except if you're a defect like me. Except if you deflect like me. Except if you conflict like me. Does anyone live like me? Does anyone *perfect* like me? Is anyone poetic like me? Is anyone in pain like me? Is anyone in disdain like me? Light hurts my eyes light hurts my brain and I wonder if I can still tame the beast inside me as it starts to roar, and all the while the light shines more. When *will* this hell end for me? But peace has prices to pay as I go to live with the fae and fight on to see another day.