Warmth.

Look up into the deceptive skies,
The red sunset, the good lies,
Keep hurting yourself everyday,
The one thing happiness will slay.

But you cannot, you cannot smile,
It is not who you are, not your style,
So wonder why you were born this way,
The feelings others will not convey.

They turn their backs, an insult to their sight,
Running and falling in hurried flight,
This is who you are, so enjoy your life split,
Fate will rape you until you enjoy it.