the moon knows.

she has seen countless confessions in her light, watched life and death alike, and judged none of it. the moon is the one who will not whisper your secrets to the stars. she is just a reflection, after all. limited by her existence.

the sun is the one who will betray you, will turn his back on you, will scream everything you've done to everyone awake to hear. the sun shines and does not care if you burn beneath him.

the moon does not care, either, but she is not vindictive, and for that, we tell her things the sun will never know.

didn't anyone tell you that the moon can keep a secret?

she is not the sun.

I'm screaming silently
I'm crying for help inaudibly
I shout but nothing can be heard
Listen close, not a syllable, much less a word
I'm screaming silently
For someone to end my misery
An existence inside of my head
I may as well be as good as dead
I need to be saved, to be heard
But I scream and shout with a smile, not a word

I am afraid
Of being betrayed
I am terrified
Of being denied
I fear the people closest to me
The ones I call my family
Tyrants taking advantage of my cowardice
And never giving me a real choice
All I'm allowed to show is unconditional obedience
I am shackled by their chains, keeping my distance
I am trapped and afraid
Keeping their punishments delayed
I am but a spineless fool
Good for nothing but their tool