She hates mondays, mornings and bright light
Slowly growing circles under her brown eyes
From people and the sun she tries to hide
She wears a smile through day but cries at night
Oh moonchild..
Why do you hide what makes you feel alive?
Why do you hide your face when you cry?
Why do you hide everything that you write?
Why do you hide yourself, moonchild?
Oh moonchild, maybe it's not that deep,
Oh moonchild, maybe it's time to sleep.
Oh moonchild, you act like you don't know
The night and the stars can’t hear your sorrow
Oh moonchild, don’t you want to be known?
Oh moonchild, step out of your “comfort zone”
Oh moonchild, Don’t you fear you’ll never be enough?
Oh moonchild, Don’t you crave a bit of love?
She tries to talk but her tongue slips too fast
Still feels awkward about times that’ve passed
Runs to her fantasies on every given chance
Talking and crying like under a trance
She acts like she didn’t see or didn't care
Like she didn’t notice the shift in the air
She knows they all hate it when she’s near
And looking so dumb is her greatest fear
Oh moonchild, trying to find yourself in the wild
Oh moonchild, Instead of crying you smile
You’re trying so hard to reconcile,
But the battles inside of you, Moonchild.
Oh, Moonchild...
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Author:
Sylva (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 3rd, 2026 14:29
- Comment from author about the poem: To all those who find themselves most alive when they cry ⭑
- Category: Reflection
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