on the moon
seeing the stars
watching the other planets
floating by
they look so happy
why can't I be
but
i don't know them.
i've never been on their surface
or their core
I don't know what's happening
with them
with their moons
with people I could have known when I was younger
but just don't remember.
in another lifetime,
i could have been them,
and they could have been me
but deep down,
I will never know who they are
unless I find the courage to try,
but something is holding me back
something deep inside of me
something called

anxiety
depression
and the fact that I know
that they wont like me.