Hey Moon, it's me,
I hope you're doing swell.
I'm stuck, in a sich,
Feeling like I've undergone a stitch,
The kind making me twitch,
An uneasy feeling like I'm drowning,
From the powers of a disastrous witch.
Not evil, not unkind,
But a witch whose loyalties are undefined,
Like I'm being held up in my own mind,
Because God forbid I move on at a reasonable time.
It's like ages are passing and I'm staying still,
In a world all-knowing, I'm still feeling ill,
From heartache and pain,
Taking in memories as a powerful pill,
Like my brain needs to be carved out with a power-hungry drill.
It's dark out, Moon,
Aside from the snow on the ground.
It illuminates the outside,
Despite the starless sky.
You're up there somewhere, looking down on me,
Which is a comfort, I guess, but I'm down on my knees.
The hurt is still hurting despite the months that go by,
And I'm unsure, continuously asking myself why.
I'll be on my own after graduation,
Sure, it's huge, an event that calls for congratulations,
But I'm scared of falling from the adulation.
A celebration to be on my own,
A party full of students loans,
An extravaganza to show that I am alone.
How do you do it, Moon?
To be up there must be hard to tend,
Only at dusk and dawn can you see your friend,
And I'm scared, Moon.
You're a powerful reflection of light.
I envy you, Moon.
To be able to shine, alone without a fright.
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