Son: Mommy, what's a Starseed?

Me: They have a name for me

They call us Starseeds

Those of us who do not belong

and have never understood humanity

We don’t understand the cruelty

We hurt deeply through our empathy

They call us the dreamers and idealistic

A euphemism for unrealistic

We have an understanding of metaphysics

subjects related to energy dynamics

They hurt each other to get on top

Killing people, animals, and food crops

A fish out of water, a square peg in a round hole

We find it impossible to fit into their social roles

They call us weird, strange, they call us eccentric

Our home of 100 billion galaxies - we are just homesick

Old souls wading through the materialistic

We see beyond matter, being intuitive and psychic

An insatiable thirst for magical hidden knowledge

A lifetime of wondering why we’re not accepted

We can bend reality, they call it manifesting

Negative people/conversations/media is draining

Past life memories, visitations, seeing apparitions

Vivid dreams of Starseed galactic ships and stations

It is difficult being in this realm

So, find your life mission

And finish the job - so we can go home

Son: Same.