She hates the stars in her brain,
But knows they are there to stay.
How long have they been up inside?
Were they born with her?
No-one knows for sure.
It's difficult to tell.
They speak of genes, trauma and upbringing.
She thinks of bullying, suffering and pain.
Being an outsider hurts.
It does hurt.
Those who love her say she's like everyone else,
'No,' she answers. 'You can't understand. You're lucky.
There aren't stars in YOUR brain.'
Sometimes she thinks of the twinkling night and day.
Sometimes only from time to time.
Sometimes the dreaded stars feed on her soul and eat at her brain.
Still, she thinks she's lucky.
Others are much worse off.
Their stars don't have a switch.
They are forever on.
And on, and on, and on
Till...
Exercise: Summarise the poem above in as much detail as possible and in prose (unless you want to write a similar poem).
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