I am the world that revolves around you,
With the bright light that shine upon my scars,
Sometimes I question if I fit these shoes,
For I can't be as good as the stars,

For the dream of being one just like them,
Devours any glee from my hollow journey,
In my mind there is only mayhem,
In my dreams there is a lull - a gurney,

I try to squint in an attempt to see,
Gold or yellow - still I cannot tell,
If you are all that I ought to be,
Am I the hammer that cracks this shell?

Shrouded by the eclipse that I manifest,
The audacity to stay among the rest.