Why do the stars look very different today?

I know why.
I’d tell you.
I would know, I am a Star.
One with the constellation.
I look different every day;
I am guided by emotions, mine and others
My intuition guards me;
Sharp, apt, gentle and profound.
Today, I beam.
Tomorrow, I burst at the seams.
Yesterday, I glowed.
In all my being, I go with the flow.
I show when it’s dark,
Or hide behind the clouds.
It’s what a star does until it turns to dust.

Hybrid