Don't they see that I see that my eyes are blind, that I'm mad in mind,
And hurting in the heart?
That I sense that I'm just one scent in the flower shop, just one cent in the charity box-
I sense that.
But they don't know that I was blinking just to whisper I was sinking, I could tell by all their winking they couldn't tell what I was thinking
When I wished to call myself the name that all professed I had.
And what I saw in the heavens above
Were celestial bodies that called themselves what I thought I always was.
But in the sea it's hard to see your own reflection, hard to see nature's selection, so I floated on, not knowing my complexions imperfections.
I was always trying to speak to them like I was one of them,
Like I was friends with them.
I didn't know that they were far away and had nothing to say,
But when I found out, I
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And didn't know then it was the one time when I would most be like all of them,
But still so different.
I'm the smallest star in a sea of sadness
Melting in the madness
Of a mind that went awry when she found seashells were the closes show-and-tells she'd ever have the means to do.
When she was taken aback by the endless black she'd never beautify in sparkling skies and wishful lies
But found that she was forever free to float in salt
As a star
Who'd never start
To find a dream
Or waltz with wishes on the moonbeams.
You see, I've always been different
I don't think I should make sense,
Here I am comparing pennies to scents
In the flower shop, in a charity box,
But it all makes sense to me.
I'm the saddest star in the sea.
I know that I've been broken by these simple things I've spoken,
But I'm no sea star. I do not grow arms
When they snap off in the dark.
I'm just a girl
Who is different.