stars

sometimes i genuinely wish

i was a star.

imagine living

as a little ball of gas

without a care in the goddamn world.

the way we have to make ourselves act & exist

in this society we call home

makes me feel like a ball of gas,

however, i do not feel like a star.

i feel like i’ve been kicked around

like a ball in a field,

but life is pain

and life is beauty.

there are two sides to being a star-

you’re a beautiful thing that may admire,

but you’re also a giant ball of nothing

in the middle of a gigantic solar system

where you don’t matter.

and how i wish i was a star,

at the same time,

i like the weirdness of me.

i do feel like a star

in my own special way.

maybe we’re all stars.

-g

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