I am a star

November 10, 2015

I am a star

Different from others.

Different shape, size, and color

I'm judged,

If I'm not big enough,

I'm not tough.

If I'm not lustrous,

I'm not wondrous.

If I'm not illuminated

I'm obliterated.

My light starts to dim, as I fall to the cold hard ground.

Lying down, motionless unable to move around.

No matter what I will always be just an ugly, weak, stupid, wortheless, ordinary rock.

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