A Truth

You can't ask a star to shine bright
Cuz it's not the light of its own
It borrows in its own loan
And return with the credit to the sun
It's just like how my smile betray
But I didn't credit it to me.
It's the people around me
Who led me to believe that there are smiles called fake. Which are existable.
And they are times you don't feel anything
But every day you, arise.
Doing all that crap again, without complaining
just like the worms in the morning
Seeing their fate sooner or later in bird's
It's just how it is.
But you don't have to compare sparkles of one another to us.
We don't share the same light
Some are closer to the sun.
Some are farther
We aren't the same. So our are flaws and perfections
Don't make my flaws insecure.
I never knew I have one. Until you pointed all those.
I am again, not complaining.
It's a request.
And I credit this poem to you.
For bringing my thoughts to my ink.