I should be proud
I should be thankful
I’ve had a good life
Everything is plentiful
But
my head won’t let me think straight
Everything’s a mess
I can’t be happy
When I’m less
than stardust
the dirt on the ground
We’re all made of the same things
as the stars and galaxies
But I think I’m missing something
The sunshine, moonlight
Makes everything beautiful
Look at the smiles of my best friends
Wonderful, as usual
I feel so inferior
to the beauty of my friends
Why they love me, I don’t know
but I’m there until the end
Take a long look at my friends
then a glance at me
and you’ll see
I’m less
than stardust
While they’re galaxies
My friends are literal angels, such kind and amazing people, I’m honestly unworthy of their friendship and love