I sit on my back steps, looking up at the sky.
Watching it change, wondering how it will be, if it'll change the next day.
Feel a familiarity with everything on display,
like my personality in some weirdish, creative way.
The clouds always changing, one not like the other, each one never the same.
The sun so bright, yet not close enough to shine all the way.
A true blessing, dressed in a lush pillowy disguise.
Not seen for it's true beauty and how it's so amazing,
hell it literally creates life.
But just like me it hides, being put away as the dark midnight comes by.
Yet just like with the sun I can still sympathize, isolated, cold,
and miles far nowhere near anyone's side.
The chill little moon sits and cries, being alone during this time of night.
No clouds in sight just the dark secrets of the night.
Children being left at home tucked for the night
while parties rage on with their parents inside, sipping hard liquor, nearly enough to die.
This is why the moon cries because it gets the embers the sun simply ignored to not keep a light in fear of shining a little too bright, but along with this grim sight.
Every so often there is a light
even in the dead of night,
looking out at the street lights
my tears reflecting off the moonlight
but it only happens at night
where even the saddest thing shines just as bright,
but as it's role model it is too shy,
so that's why it takes a while after every time it peeks out and shines.
It just wants to hide and cry,
cower away inside to shrivel up and die,
being left out there ice cold,
making me reflect back to me,
my house doesn't feel like home.
I'm laying coward up inside, freezing cold and isolated,
while no one knows how my brain thinks or rolls,
not even the toll that I hold.
Talking myself out of suicide as my other voices look into ways of saying goodbye.
Running away?
Maybe another time.
Nothing feels alright,
as I sit on the stairs looking at the colors of the sky.
Both are in each other own worlds, not noticing me. The only person who can truly tell how the colors of the sky have all the same feelings.
