Stars and Dreams

This is a poem I wrote last summer which I had forgotten about. I tweaked some of it, hope you like.

If I had a star,
I would wish it all away,
If I had a dream,
I would use it all day.
But the fact is,
I don't.
I don't have a single simple thought,
that hasn't been used before.
I don't think a single original thought.
I've had it all planted into my brain.
Brain washed by the Christianity,
that's supposed to show love.
What love exists,
in such a shallow hole?
Brain washed by society,
that simply longs to belong.
How is it one that is brain washed to belong,
still is singled out?
Still left alone,
in the middle of a crowded room.
If I could,
I would go.
But all dreams and stars are good for,
are thoughts and regrets.
Forgotten love,
remembered pain.