A burning flame with flare,
and most of the time too bright
for me to sit and stare,
even if I use all my might.

They say I glow,
but I can't help notice the dull
so instead I look low,
always empty, never full.

But every so I yearn to see,
someone who loves me for me.

Even when it's dark and hard to find,
if anyone would be ever so kind
to look up when I look low,
when I'm half empty, and half full.

Everyone loves the brightest stars,
and stares when I'm near one, fun.
but everytime I go far,
it's like I'm a forgotten son, sun.