Shooting Star

I am a shooting star,
Searching for a place to go.
My fellow stars have their place,
How will I ever find mine?

Every time I think I've found my place,
I find that I was wrong.
Why am I so different?
Why don't I belong?

To humans, shooting stars are different and special,
Yet a person who is different is an outcast.
There's no place on Earth for a shooting star,
It must wander through the galaxy.

I am a shooting star,
Searcing for a place to go.
My fellow stars may have their place,
But I am free to roam.

My opptimistic view of being different from everyone else. At least in being different I can discover what I think for myself. Review please. Frozen Midnight