I looked at the moon ,
I looked at the stars ,
In my brain there are thousands and millions of wars ,
” What if they think I am ugly ? ”
“What if nobody likes me ? ”
“What if all my life I stay lonely ?”
There was a time , the moon could cure .
But now maybe , it isn’t itself sure .
I get it .
I am hard .
I am complicated .
You give up right ?
I thought like you helped the sky glow bright and fear away its dark night .
I thought maybe , you could help me not cry .
I look at you ,
Bright but pale .
Just like me .
We make the perfect irony .
Trying to light up the sky ,
When the sun is firing right at our backs .
This is sad .
They say you and I have stars .
Little do they know , they are thousand miled apart .
Just a fake shadow , to let them not know .
I will tell you a secret ,
I am just like you.
I start up as a full moon ,
I am half until its noon ,
And then I disappear in night’s loom .
I have scars , just like you .
Reminder of all those wars ,
But you’re beautiful .
They say your scars make you prettier .
But mine ?
They keep telling me ways to let them disappear .
You have thousands of me ,
Loving you ,undoubtedly
But me ? I am lonely .
I am the one to blame .
I shouldn’t have been ugly .
Right ? I am sorry .
I look at you , hiding behind the clouds .
Like vapour could help you somehow .
Just like me.
We make the perfect irony.