I've been called the sun.
The idea is, the sun of the solar system.
The one my friends revolve around.
I did not give myself this title, nor do I want it.
I do not want to be the sun.
Maybe
I could learn to embrace it
With my circle
My sisterhood
Maybe I could learn that it doesn't just mean responsibility
But also me
I am a ball of fire
I know that
Maybe I could be the sun
The way I like it
And not the way they've all assigned to me
I saw a photo of our band from last year
our Wind Ensemble
the intern we all fell in love with
the conductor we adore
everyone was together
and I just...
gah.
I wanted to yell STAY
Sack race
thirteenth birthday party
start of seventh grade.
My two BFFs since kindergarten,
the one that slipped in from fourth grade,
the two I met in fifth -
then of course my party girlfriends
How lucky am I?
To feel loved?
In a household and a family and a school that makes me feel not worth it
not good enough
and I found someone outside of it all who loves me?
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