You say the stars are too far away,
And for me to look lower,
But let me tell you the story of a girl,
Who never believed what people told her.
She was born bathed in sunlight,
With sparks in her eyes and dots on her skin,
She was fearless and brave,
With a world within.
She made a rocket out of paper,
With words dribbled in black ink,
Shooting the stars a message,
“I’m starting to care what people think.”
She was growing up and learning,
And hearing the whispers in the hall,
The stars peered down in pity,
“I don’t belong in this world at all.”
So one day she decided,
She would disappear from it,
And so she sunk into the stars,
To hopefully forget.
Perfectly Imperfect Me 