why i hate moon
The emotions it evokes in me The feeling of vulnerability and guilt is overwhelming. an opinion I would rather not have Something about it makes me think of those. Anguished tears and sleepless nights All of it has now faded away. However, flashbacks struck me. When I saw the moon My heart hates it. It reminds me of those. Eerie nights filled with loud voices. It makes me think of him. It's like the moon knows every one of my secrets. unable to keep me hidden forever. This makes me despise the moon even more. I abhor the way everyone praises beauty. Even though I don't feel jealous, I had a thought. How is it possible to love the moon perfectly? How is it even possible to do that? How kind can people be?