One in Six Billion

I'm constantly among my friends and enemies.
We all shine so bright,
but none of us feel so special.
We look down and see specks;
so beautiful,
breathtaking.
Why can't I be as phenomenal as they?
Such a world away,
and looking down
makes me feel so small,
so insignificant.
There's so many of us
but so many more
down below.
Too many to count.
Brighter than even us.
The king comes out to play with us
after the queen hides us
to bring light to everything that's
"more important."
Like I said,
none of us feel so special.