How do I stay unobtrusive, yet undiluted?
Acceptable, but still true?
Easy to swallow—
without being overshadowed?
How do I shine
without blinding?

Am I too much?
Too big, too bold,
too hard to hold,
too complex to comprehend?
A puzzle missing pieces—
or a 3D chessboard
on a tilted table?
Am I quantum physics
to the everyman?

I don’t think so.

But I am the stars—
distant, untouchable.
A unicorn—
rare, almost unreal.
A manic pixie dream girl—
Traipsing through reality.
That's what they say,
Ficticios or fantasy
Maybe even fake.

How can I bear my soul?