I want to be like the moon.

Against all those oceans of songs.
Beneath all the sugar coated lies.
You will see me laying on the floor.
With tears filling my eyes.

Years are felt and scars are shown.
Though you don't care to ask why.
My heart is broke with razors unknown.
As I slowly float toward the skies.

You can hear my cries though they go unanswered.
This world is too tough for me to stay.
You will label me a liar.
But I will disappear today.

I wish I could be like the moon.
So sly and so sleek.
Only coming out at night.
The darkness of the star lit sky it seeks.

Blanketed by clouds.
It shields itself from light.
I don't want to feel this world anymore.
I want to be like the moon and shield myself from fright.

The winds can be my whisper.
Since no one heard me before.
Maybe now you will listen.
And know what my cuts were for.

Liar, Stupid, Poser, S*L*U*T
This is a daily thing.
But I want to be like the moon.
Among the whispering winds I'll sing.