The Sun Never Rises

Poem 2 -- Stars Speak

I talk to the stars,

Since they care the most,

Even though they seem far,

They are so very close.

Only they understand,

What its like to be free,

Without any demands,

That's how it should be.

I ask them for stuff,

Like intelligence and beauty,

But life is so rough,

So they can't give them truly.

I ask them to make me skinny,

But the say that I am,

I tell them they're funny,

They say if I believe, they can.

So I wish and I pray,

Long into this night,

That my "skinny" will stay,

With all of my might.

They ask "Did it work?"

I sadly shake my head,

So I stop my lurk,

And head for bed.

But the stars holler "wait",

So I turn they're way,

"We know it is late,

But we want you to stay".

They glitter at me,

The sight makes me cry,

'Cause how could it be?

They are prettier than I.

So I look at the ground,

Well my stomach at least,

While I wander around,

While shuffling my feet.

How do they look perfect,

In the sky up there?

How do they do it?

I don't know, so I stare.

They know what I'm doing,

So they dull their shine,

And they stop my thinking,

And put me in line.

"Believe that you are perfect,

and you will be just that,

we promise: you're worth it",

And they basically say that.

Though I don't believe it,

Though you think it's strange,

I think I might try it,

To possibly make me change.

I talk to the stars,

Since they care the most,

Even though they seem far,

They are so very close.