I am a child of the stars and have fallen to Earth. I'm in a place i don't belong, with unfamiliar thoughts and thing and places. I'm lost in this world and have no way out. The stars shine less and less bright each night and their light becomes more distant to me as I lose myself in the thought of who I am now. In this strange place where you have to pretend to be something you're not just to be excepted. In a place where the future is never promised but always talked of as if it is. This world of growing pain sinks into my dying light and turns to dark. My star no longer glows but is consumed by the darkness and bitterness of this world. I'm a fallen star but my light has dyed and now i am simply a core of pain with no way of getting home to where i belong and no use to anything anymore, simply a waist of space.