I listen to the moon as it cries out the only existence of light it can give to the darkened world under it, I wonder if it feels like no matter how full or big and bright it can get, That it will never hold as much potential as the sun. It sees how no one depends moon light for major solar power, only the suns bright burning rays, The sun outdoes all that the moon can give. The moon stands as those individuals who can feel better when they can open their curtains to the window and see darkness and feel comfort, The moon is the shy person who stays in the shadows because that where they are used to being, in the dark, The moon is the people that wish more people who come out and enjoy the starry night rather than the bright sunny day. I often wondered why i found the moon so comforting and beautiful. Until it hit me that the moon is me.
Feeling never good enough really ***** when others constantly outshine you.