On the top of the balcony,
I stare at a platoon of stars,
Downstairs there's the growl of cheers,
And nothing more do I want than to run away, far.
Far above the cheers,
A star streaks across the sky,
Without a care in the world.
Away from its problems does it fly.
Oh, little star, little star,
How jealous can you make me be?
Help me transform,
How I wish to be like thee.
Is it not strange?
Surrounded by laughter all the time,
Yet all I feel is loneliness,
Not a sense of sublime.
All my friends are happy,
Joy and cheer surround me,
So why won't I feel?
What stops my heart from being free?
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Seasons and Sadness
Poetry(Poetry now but I will continue uploading others - weekends probs) (Also the first upload didnt work??
