The Sound of Silence

Minutes later and I still can't say much.
You yell at me when I close off and don't open up.
But when I do I get myself into trouble.
I am a nuclear bomb.
I tell you to stay behind the lead shielding.
You don't listen.
Nothing happens at first, so I let it slide.
But prolonged exposure is deadly.
No side effects until its too late.
No one believes me.
No one understands until I blow up.
By then it's too late.
I recompress.
Wounds heal.
Anger subsides.
Pain vanishes.
The death toll continues to rise.
And still they think that I deserve saving.
And still they think I can be helped.
There is only one way to deal with nuclear energy.
Stay back and await its eventual decay.
I am too unstable and no one understands.