The sun was so good at its job.
It kept the planets in perfect orbit.
Gave light to the mirror of the moon.
Everyone admired the sun
It was just picture perfect.
Well...
Almost.
Everyone has their weaknesses.
The sun wasn't perfect, it was
inadequate.
It shone its rays, tried to tickle the shivering Earth
But no matter how hard it tried
It couldn't warm this cold being.
All of the other planets and stars
Continued to stare at it in awe
Or envy.
But the earth looked at it with
disdain.
And no matter how much effort the sun gave
No matter how flawless it performed in other areas
No matter how many people looked up to it for the things that it was god at
The sun couldn't help but feel
Inadequate.

I am the sun.