Constellations

All the people Who doubt me Are staring down from above Like constellations. Perpetually Judging, Reading me like a book, Dissecting every part Of my existence. But not saying anything. I'm like the one Trying to trust Fake, shaded people As friends. Half-friends who judge But don't say anything. Because they want To lie and pretend, Don't want to let Their secret out. So they seem To stand on pedestals Staring at their half-friends From above Like the constellations, The perpetual judges.