I Wish I Was A Star

I gaze up at the stars sometimes,

only to ponder:

"Why do they get to be up there?

While I am stuck down here?"

Nothing ever makes sense anymore

in this world of hatred and fear.

How it makes me long for the night sky?

is a mystery that I've solved a thousand times.

So here is my existance, glued to this Earth,

with only those words

dancing through my brain.

It drives me insane.

Insanity gives me pain.

I wish I was a star.