The stars crash down onto
my aching heart
trying to turn this diamond into coal,
Fool's Gold.
Always pushing to bury me six feet under
my own doubt and my insecurity.
But my brain's brighter than
any great big ball of gas,
just waiting in the universe just to explode. And die.
Maybe my heart is a little bit
stronger than a diamond, anyway.
Maybe I'll be more than okay.
I'm going to be
greater than the galaxies,
prettier than the perfect dreams,
and more full of fate and love than
the cosmos could ever hope to be.
I am my own star-tracked trek,
I am made of stardust and
I'm going burst and set the world on fire.