Sometimes you may feel like

That you're just not enough

Truth won't help, nor words alike

just existing may be tough

Once on the sky was a star just fine

Would endlessly to herself ponder

Was too dull her shine?

She thought as she would wander

"That one is prettier and brighter than my design"

Said the star just fine of the north star yonder

"This one's light more important is than mine"

 About the sun she would maunder

Next to her she happened to look

And saw a star so small she felt pity

The earth couldn't see that star from his nook

Was hard to hear him even in their propinquity

The star just fine wondered his outlook

How could it feel to shine with no mutuality

Finally she couldn't hold it in

From her a question rose

"Wouldn't you rather be bigger than our kin -

Finer and brighter than those?

It can't be nice being so tiny and thin,

Always left in the shadows"

The tiny star was surprised for a time

And on what he heard reflected

Soon he would softly chime

That he had never felt neglected

He'd never wish to be more prime

If everyone was as bright and erected

There would be no nighttime

All stars would feel dejected

As the star just and exactly fine still was unsure

For another moment chimed the small star

"Some are grand and others miniature

Others dim and some brighter by far

But it would be dull for sure

If all stars shone on par"

Now realized the star just fine

That there was no sense

thinking others were more divine

or better on her expense