The moon it
Rises shining
Breathtakingly
Beautiful yet
So humble
So kind
So innocent
It hides behind
Darkness
It hides it's true beauty
Until it feels excepted
And when it feels
Excepted it shines like
Nothing else
It denies that it is
Anything special
It denies it's hopes
So others can be happy
It denies it's dreams because
Other people's dreams matter more
It denies itself of
A happy life or anything
For that matter
So others can be happy
The moon is in denial....
Our you like the moon?
