Gandhi....

Sometimes I wonder if I'm noticed.
If people do really see me, what they think?
Do they just see a fly on the wall
Swatting at it with their hand so it will leave them alone.
Or do they see a bright shining star in front of them
Feeling blessed they were there to witness this beauty.

I always hoped to be somewhere in the middle.
Not a fly, but not the star in people's lives either.
I still always wonder if people see
Anything at all when they look at me?

I keep forgetting to be myself.
I keep forgetting they only
Do it because they love me.
No matter how much I hate it.
I keep forgetting to smile,
To laugh, to love, to trust.
I keep for getting that only I can make me truly happy.

When do people own themselves completely?
I think it's when we are in the middle of being
A star, and a fly.

I used to see the light, but,
Tonight is not the last time I will see the light.