I gaze at the hazy sky,
a handful of stars strewn across,
lazily concealed in the citylights.
Mirroring my thoughts.

There’s a pattern in their randomness.
They baffle me, frustrate me;
before engulfing me whole.
The star collapses into itself.

Fighting against my fate,
I douse the flames inside.
Holding back the tears,
holding back the rage.

I hold a flickering candle,
Waiting for the wind to blow it out.
Weighted down by my own expectations,
Abandoned in my time of need.

Feeling alone in a sea of people,
I discover solitude.
At a crossroads of identity,
I must adapt or wither away.

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