I like to sit here and think about what hurts me the most.
About the many ways I've been burned.
The many times boys have written me off as nothing special.
When I feel inferior to other women who are smarter and prettier and everything more than I am.
I'd like to feel important one day. And loved and cherished.
But now I'll settle for the silent tears I let go in the night.
When only the stars can hear me cry.