Have I never posted this here before:

We aren’t humans we’re celestial beings,

power-packed cosmoses shrink-wrapped in potential.

Brought down only by ourselves and the people who want to use us as stepping stones.

Raised on a need to be the best and a complex that says we’re the worst

we end up the perfect cocktails of mediocrity. 

The cosmos only grows and grows, 

it knows no forfeit, 

it believes in its own power, 

it knows its own strength and it doesn’t give up. 

We’re all looking for super heroes and gods because someone told us that perfection has to exist, but it doesn’t. 

Their is power in believing that imperfection is perfect. 

We all can become our own super heroes, 

if we free ourselves of the bonds of others’ opinions. 

We have a star burning bright inside of us and we call it our heart, 

it thump, thump, thumps out the possibilities we hold. 

So do not cower to a world that wishes to make you a mere citizen when you can be a super hero. 

You can rise up to your own standards, and live a life that will make you proud. 

You are allowed to live for yourself, you are allowed to be happy. 

Everyday is a fresh start and a new page, and you will grow and grow, 

and you can grow as your own celestial being, 

or you can grow under the form of some power that wishes to be higher than you!