my moon she shines  
so gracefully
upon the darkest sky
of night
which adorned with 
silver wishes
hold my secrets tight



such magic has thee
my dearest moon
that tides do ebb and flow
  to your song they dance
with gaiety
  unto you
all dreams bestow

Lead me away from this unfair realm
Beyond my stormy days and dark skies
Kiss me hard
Embrace me tight
Take me to the gracious place  where I found your heart

I thought my roommate and I were exactly alike
Until she said she hated The Great Gatsby

I thought my childhood friend and I were similar
Until he said he dosnt care about the lyrics, just as long as the song sounds cool

I thought my best friend and I were essentially the same person
Until I noticed how little she pays attention to detail

There's pieces of each of us in each other
But there is only one you and there is only one me
I was looking for myself in other people, trying to express myself by mimicking them
But that's not me. That's them.
I am me

But the thing is
Who am I?

Everyone I talk to always does all the talking
I listen
I never answer questions because they never ask me any
It would seem selfish to suddenly change the topic to my self
But how else will they know who I am?
How will they learn to listen?
Is it my job to do all the listening
I'm told I'm good at it
But maybe it's just that they're good at talking