You are the Sun.
An endlessly burning
Yellow dwarf star that we orbit
In our infinite
Waltz through time and space.

You are in a constant state
Of burning
That has been forgotten about
In time...

At least,
Forgotten until it is
Convenient to point out
Your burning as a
Reason to dismiss you.

It's an unfair position you
Currently find yourself in;
Trapped between being overlooked,
And being an assumed hot-head
For nothing more than
Is your nature.

It is easy to assume.
It is easy for you to take
Their assumptions,
And turn them into fuel
To make you burn even brighter.

It is tempting to do so.

I beg you not to.
You burn plenty bright on
Your own.
People who take the time
To get to know you,
To S E E you,
Marvel in wonder at your
Position in the universe.

Those who judge,
See you as a mere
Burning ball of gas.
Either ignorable,
Or a nuisance.

You are a
S T A R.

I'm sorry for the start
Of this school year.
I...