Some people think I’m weak because I cry all the time but really I’ve been holding everything in to long

Some people think I’m easily scared because I’m tiny and sweet but really I’ve looked in the face of fear and yelled at it to go away

Some people think I’m Vulnerable and that they can use me because I’m indecisive but the thing they don’t know is that I’m fine being by myself

People misjudge me often but I don’t look my part

Are the stars really gone in the bright of the day
Or do they just retreat until the night comes there way
What do the stars do while they hideaway
Do they dance through the sky to make the birds proud
Or do they sleep in their beds made up of clouds
If the stars really do just go away when the sky is no longer that dark shade of gray
Then how will they know when it’s their time to play

One day I will wear a crown and it will not fall
One day I will look in the mirror and say “ you’re beautiful “
One day I will dance without a care in the world
One day I will be a confident queen and I will rule my mind, it will not rule me