Darkness, pure darkness around me, the only light that is shining is me.
The others around me, and they’re all playing, laughing, running around. They all shine exactly like me, but they’re not me.
But why can’t I run along with them, laugh with them, play with them, be like them.
I’m alone, when I feel lonely I cover myself with the blankets I have at night, never wanting to be seen.
Why do they say that I look beautiful, when I believe I’m not, I’m just a disturbance in the night.
In the day I hide, where no one can see me, my friend is much better than me.
She’s bigger than me and shines brighter, bringing smiles to everyone.
Why can’t I be like that, why can’t I shine brighter, and nobody ever sees me because they’re eyes are close.
Maybe I was meant to be like this, forever, and forever, because I,
am the moon.