Dreaming Among Stars

You look at their faces,
you know their names,
and all the latest gossip.
They are perfect in every way,
from the complexion of their faces
to their pearly white smiles.
And there you sit,
palm rested on your chin,
wishing, wanting to be them.
Their fame is immeasurable--
you are just another face
in your high school hallway.
Their talents are indescribable--
all you have is a cheap guitar
and a karaoke machine.
Millions know and worship them.
Your mom is your biggest fan.
The feeling is hard to swallow
when you realize your fame is not
their fame.
But once you have realized
that what you have
is what you’ve got,
you have reached the outer galaxies
in a world where you aredreaming among the stars.

The voice in the poem is someone who wants to be a big star, but knows that it is better just to live with what you've got, even if it is the little things (mom is your biggest fan, karaoke machine and a cheap guitar). I think this assignment is a good way to show who I am, because it is cool to imagine being a big rock and roll stud, but keeping your feet on the ground keeps you from sighing and wishing you were something bigger.