The stars were what she liked most about the sky,

Then they started to fall,

They started to burn,

And stop trying to be the best, the brightest.

“She’ll probably get another A,”

Their whispers used to be what kept me going,

The fuel to my academic success,

But now I’ve stopped trying to be the best, the brightest.

My grades start to drop,

My As become Ds

My teachers ask what’s wrong,

But I don’t answer,

What’s the point if you aren’t the best, the brightest.

But when it’s night,

And everyone’s asleep,

And the nights clear,

Everything slips away,

And I no longer have to be the best, the brightest.

The stars were what she liked most about the sky,

Then, they started to fall,

The stars stopped bring comfort,

And they just reminded me I would never be the best, the brightest again.