That night with the moon on my back

I walked down the street and

A man in a suit told me I wasn't pretty enough

A man in a box told me I wasn't naked enough

A man in a crowd told me I wasn't smart enough

On that night when I walked down the street with the moon on my back

A man in a mask told me I wasn't good enough

The silence was still all around

Not a whisper in the night

You are not good enough

The streets ahead were empty and dark

You are not good enough

The ground beneath was soft from rain

Tearing and tears

You will never be good enough

The mask, ripped off

A face with drops rolling down

Silver streams hitting the pavement

Shining in the moonlight

The man with the mask without the mask smiled

You are perfect