We are all constellations of our own reality.
We shine so bright that we blind ourselves from our own potential.
Never truly seeing how important we are to others.
Our hated towards ourselves only tearing us apart.
We start to dim, slowly fading away.
We lose hope.
Misfits of our own beautiful tragedies.
Doomed to forever be walking travesties.
We become trapped in a prison of our own minds.
We collapse, breaking into a million pieces, just a sad shell of what we used to be.
The little things, the little moments, they aren't little.
Forever lost in the memories that could've been.
We put on a brave face.
We slowly see the pretty wreck we've become. The world is putting us down.
But we refuse to listen.
We stand tall, prepared to back the life that was once ours.
And little by little, we shine bright again.
We see that we can be happy.
We learn to love ourselves for who we truly are.
We constellations of our own reality.
We can choose how its formed.
