There are times the stars do not shine,
Times we are all alone.
There are times where we feel low,
Times where we are harassed,
Or not equal.
Maybe a cardboard box is not big enough to hold our flaws,
Maybe people need to accept us like earthquakes that shake our lives.
Some people wonder whether people are going to accept them today
Are they going to say my insecurities and be the villain in my story?
True colours flash everywhere like city lights going crazy.
It’s like the cycle is on repeat.
Over and over until it stops.
And I regain energy to go through it again.