An Angry Poem After A Long Silence

An Angry Poem to An Anonymous Commenter

Do you think that I don't hurt
     because I've learned to get up when I fall?

Do you think that I don't understand darkness
     because I know my way around?

Do you think my eyes don't burn
     because I don't broadcast it?

Do you think you know me
     because you saw my photograph?

You don't know me. You won't know me.
     Don't dare think you do.