The Moon

The moon is bright,
Her glow spreading through the air.
She shines her light,
Promising to be fair.
She helps me see through the darkness,
Always scaring it away,
Making the night harmless,
So I won't become its prey.
Then one night she'll disappear,
Making me stand in the dark once more.
My body overcomes with fear,
As the rain begins to pour.
Without her I am nothing,
Not able to keep myself alive.
She turned me into something,
So I'm not driven to suicide.
But she's stuck in her own darkness,
Not able to keep it away.
She's slowly turning into a carcass,
But always saying she's okay.
They all see her when she shines,
And when she leaves, no one worries.
Her cuts make her fall behind,
As she comes back in a hurry.
The moon helps many people,
Trying to set them free,
Ignoring her own ripples,
As she fills others with glee.
The moon is slowly dying,
But no one really cares.
They don't know if she is lying,
When she says "My eyes are filled with tears."
She is always alone,
They all have their own light.
Everyone's on their phone
Making everything shine bright.
She is no longer needed,
No longer have a purpose,
Always feeling cheated,
Like she was a cheap purchase.
The moon is always there,
For anyone who needs her.
It's always very rare,
If someone says she's a keeper.
Here is a surprise,
For I might be gone before noon.
No one hears my cries,
Because I am the moon.