You are mediocre; you are routine.
You are boring; you are moody.
You are ugly; you are the crowd.
You are a substitute, the one often ignored.
Yet no one knows the pain you can stand; nor your ability to raise from the ground.

You have been through hell, all with a smile; you can stand alone and still win with your will.

Your eyes hold the secrets of the universe, and the depths of the darkest abyss.

You are stardust and you’re not the one to scoff from this truth.