We Are Not Stars

a multitude of insecurity
crashed down upon me today
i hate seeing my own face
the hollowness of the eyes
watered by fabricated misery
taunts the reflection of a fractured boy
breathing in the methane of self hate

i am tired of seeing the stars
shining so brightly in the outer reaches of sky
twinkling, promising wishes
promising each one of us that we may shine,
that we matter

we are not stars.
(fuck the stars)