We

Yes, he was born to blow my mind, And I was born to write sad stories. He reminds me of someone, Giving me an access to my forbidden memories. He shines like a star in the midst of the crowd, Whereas, I am compelled in darkness or morelike someone thrown out. He is surrounded by people admiring him for who he is, And I am in the shadows like a bizarre disease. I saw his eyes and they were full of dreams, Honestly, I was jealous because mine only had unheard screams. We are different and can never be the same. That's why he is 'hortensia' and I am the fallen rain.