Moon will I ever shine as you do?
Or was I star waiting to burn?
For I wish I had been swallowed whole, never complete
Like a broken mirror never the same looking.
No matter what you do it still looks funny.
If only to be beautiful like Every girl I walk by.
To have a pretty privilge.
To be wanted.
For I was a healthy little girl who traded brains for a heart. Now it controls me. I am no longer pretty, no longer smart, no longer spirited. To wake up and feel like I'm in a shell of ugly skin that I wish to peel off. Tell me if I let you use this horrid body will you make me shine once more dear Moon?
