A clear screen of pain
Under constant scrutiny.
How does one make the mistake
Unaware of their part to play
But the questions must be asked
Again and again and again.
Just not quite fast enough
Healing takes time but is demanded overnight,
Part in fear it’ll never heal,
Part because we couldn’t stand the pain.
Under constant scrutiny
Like a giant magnifier in the sky
As the stress focuses, burns the skin
And makes another wound.
And the story repeats.