Upon a star

I wish it didn't mean so much to me. I wish I wasn't right, 'cause being right doesn't get me anywhere but the lonesome floor I live in. If I wasn't right then I'd be my own problem and I could solve it myself. But the matter is outside my building, it's another construction I just don't know the architecture style nor where its foundation relies... I can't change it - it has its own patterns and forms. I can't trust it - I don't understand how it works! I wish and wish... I wish these words could be a bridge coming right out my window leading straight to the top of that concept that is strange to me and let me know the strangers within. I wish I wasn't afraid of heights so I could look down and not fear the fall. If I go under, what if I go under? Will the shame be stronger than the pain? Where shall it hurt more - my heart or my face?