I understand if they
see the black holes,
voids, and supernovae
in my galaxy;
perhaps that's what I'm made for.

I'm made to be laughed at;
to be rejected; to be nothing;
to have a face of no art;
to be too hard to love.

I'm a star that is lackluster;
a star meant to explode;
a star that has no planets;
perhaps that's what I'm made for.