My Stars Don't Shine.

Helen of troy was placed amongst the stars
as a mirror of her unearthly beauty
that tempted gods to look upon her robes
and studdy the creases of her skin
and lust

I look down at my beaten brown hoody
torn at the sleeves in a ragged pattern
so my thumbs can hold my clothes close to my body
when my insecurities become apparent.
and I realize I will not be engaved amongst the heavens
my stars don't even shine.

My hair falls in my face
poking my foggy blue eyes
triggering memories of imperfection
and voices schreeching
'your not good enough'

and I realize,

I am Rosalie
the forgotten character
next to the warm cheeks
and full lips of Juliet
tossed to the side when Romeo
decided she had grown dull

I stare enviously at the mass of stars
above the silouhettes of evergreens
and I feel completely and utterly disgusted
Nature is so unbearably beautiful
and I'm me