We continue to lie to ourselves thinking
We're a bright star in another's constellation
At least I do

I think too much
My hopes have a mind of their own and
They enjoying raising without reason
I keep too much to myself
A blessing and a curse
I wish you knew me the way I knew me
But I honestly think that maybe
I don't know me

This keeps happening
Without a rhyme or reason
At least I think this is true
But keep in mind I think too much
The cloud above my head is gaining color
The burdens
shoving their ankles into my shoulders
They don't care if I'm hurting
And neither do you

This poem *****
I don't write like I used to
Maybe that's where I'm going wrong
Life was good at the peak of my writing
Life was simpler
That was when I was that bright star
And now I'm not
And the words don't spill out like they did
Not anymore

If I'm not a bright star
Maybe I'm swirling around with other stars
With dimmer stars
Maybe I'm just a speck of dust
Maybe I'm not even in view

If I don't know me
How do I expect for you to know me
It's a ridiculous request
But my heart and hopes don't think so
I'm not going to beg for your attention
But please
That's all I ask

Why aren't I visible in your sky