In every lunar cycle, the moon appears dark.

It adjusts what is visible to the world from

A full moon,

to half,to absolutely nothing.

Throughout this,

We know the moon is whole,

Just blocked by darkness during it’s phases

But the sad thing is,

when the moon is hidden by darkness,

nobody cares about it.

People only notice a full moon

because that’s when it’s most beautiful.

And it’s guaranteed that the moon will make itself visible again

And brighter than before,

only then is it admitted.

People only care when i’m perfect

And wallow in my beauty.

But when I half ass my life

Nobody is phased,

Because they assume i’ll be whole again

And all better

Just like the moon.

But i'm not the moon

And my existence tomorrow 

Is not guaranteed.