The only sunshine you get nowadays, it's the reflection of the real deal on others, therefore, it's artificial not natural. By the time it reaches you, it's already cold...not even warm, ice cold. It shines but it doesn't confort you, as the old saying goes: not everything that shines is gold.
You have so much rage in you, you could make a fire with it and it would burn for days.
You're trapped in your own skin. Your skin is beautiful from a far, if you look up close, it's dry and hurt.
And to think that all you ever wanted was a break, not big, not small...just a break.