My fake reality

I stare at the stars
If I stare long enough will they give me their beauty?
Their strength?
Their fire? 

All I feal is small
When I stand and stare at them

I wish I had the courage to light up my night sky
To say to the earth, to my circle 

Hey this is me! 
With my curves!
With my fat!
This is me, I love me! 

Why don’t you love me?
Why do you have to push me down? 
Why do you have to put me in a box to love me?

All these conditions 
All these grooming techniques 
That I need to be me
That I need you to see to be me
That I need to feel free in my fake reality