Shooting Stars
Oh shooting stars,
I wish
I could fit in
I wish
I could listen to all of those throw pillows
"Love yourself"
I wish I didn't compare myself
To everyone who BREATHES
Popularity feels like a need
Although I have survived without it
I wish I could stop listening to the lies
I tell myself
I wish
I wish I would realize I'm beautiful
I would realize I'm loved
I would realize that God has created me to be
Who He wants me to be
But I see one of them walk down the hall
What is it?
What makes them better than me?
Nothing
That's the answer
I wish I studied before I took the test
It's not the way they talk
The way they look
My mind has awarded them this title
Of being popular
Of belonging
I don't meet their mold
They are above me
Belonging is a need for each
One of us
A desire to be known and known back
Is it true that the grass is greener on the other side?
Paradoxically
I don't wish to be popular
Don't want to be one of them
I've been in their shoes before
The drama
The lies
The heartache
It hurts me
But why then
Why do I assume that to fit in is to be popular?
I go to a youth group every Wednesday
5 girls that attend there
They are my family
I look around and I realize
It's impossible to see if the grass is greener if you don't even look at your backyard
My backyard is full of love
Of happiness
I realize that I'm comfortable
I belong
That's all I've ever wanted
Goodbye, shooting stars
Copyright © Elizabeth Kaizap | Year Posted 2017
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