Supernova

 Supernova

I want to go inside and get out of the sun.

When I leave the shade I abandon my protection.

The first blast instantly reminds me 

of how much I hate the sun. I despise it.

After just one minute I can feel beads of

sweat on my neck and on my back. After 5, I

feel the uncomfortable urge to drink

water. After 10, it builds up the pressure in

my head so that the heat becomes

an added nuisance.

The sun beats down on me to make me tired and 

sluggish.

I hate the sun.

I hate it for making me hate myself. It

hurts my eyes and gives me sunburn, but when

other people see it, they

smile. They run outside to enjoy it and pick flowers

and they write songs about the sun and worship it

and watch in awe as the sun rises and

sets without fail.

The whole world revolves around the sun and it

loves the attention. It can't fucking get enough.

The sun is not forever. It is a star and I can't wait

for the supernova. It will explode and leave behind

everything and 

everyone that cared about it and gave it 

the attention it needed and let it be

their shining star. Just

for a chance to show off one last time.

Let it explode. Let it die.

It hurts. I hate the sun.