Universal

I can elicit laughter from you

when I am the butt of your joke.

You can judge me for my actions

but cannot take the same amount of time

to actually understand me or who I am.

The spectrum I exist on is vast

and you shove me in tiny jars

to fit your limited comprehension.

I am a galaxy of a being,

there's a Milky Way behind my eyes

and a whole universe in my mind

and yet you label me a tiny dying star.

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