Evan's POV
It's dark outside, the moon is out. Stars are shinning in the luminescent night sky. I look up at them and focus on one star and one star alone. It's a bit further away from every other star. It's slightly dimmer than the others too, like they're judging it for being different. It's like they think it's all about them because they have meaning or stand out, which is true, every star stands out from the dark sky. If it's dark blue or almost black, they stand out.
They judge others because of it. They raise their standards because of it. They creep further and further away because they're somehow responsible of something they can't control. Well stars get old, and when they do, they die! Not everything goes according to plan. We live, and we die. We don't choose who lives or dies. We don't choose who tells our story. We aren't in charge of every single outcome in life.
We just float around, waiting for something to give us a little nudge just so we are accepted into this society that some people have the nerve to call home. Well not every star has that chance! They can wish all they want but nothing will happen! Because in the end, we are just a mere inconvenience in everyone's lives. Like we chose to exist, or relive their nightmares, or even be apart of the night sky that they choose to enlighten.
Well I'm sick of it! We're all stars! Figuratively or literally! We have purpose! We have our own life! Why should we be treated any differently then the rest?! "Maybe if you looked on the bright side of things then-" just shut up! I am the bright side! Yet we can't even look at ourselves through reflections because of how much these comments hurt! We look down upon ourselves with everyone else because they have cemented the image that we are different and useless into our brains that it is impossible to dig it out! And yet we're the ones to blame!
So we just sit... alone... in our own enclosed circle in the sky that we should call home. Yet, we don't. We get called ungrateful, spoiled, brats, because we've never had to work so hard for something without help. We're just stars. We either light up the sky, or we bring more darkness. Even if it's not our fault, that every other star, starts to pollute our mind.
That's all we'll ever be, just a small inconvenience that no one wanted. Come on, who wants a faded star when there are brighter ones? Who wants an old star when there are younger ones? Why have a star so far away when one is right next door? Everyone hates an inconvenience, no one cares about humanity, and no one cares about us. The special group.
So when we get an opportunity to be seen, we take it. And we rebel in it, no matter who gets hurt in the process because it'll be worth it in the end, right? All the pain we caused will be forgiven and forgotten... or will we?
Because we will never live up to a northern lights expectations. Or a shooting stars experience. We are just stars. That's all we will ever be.
