Sun and the Moon
Have I fallen so far?
When did I go from strong to crying for attention?
When did I start acting like I needed help?
I thought things of my past made me strong and brave,
Although they still burn with a never ending pain.
I pride myself in being able to look a problem dead on.
I wait for the bottom to drop out,
And become pleasantly surprised when Im wrong.
Sometimes I feel like we truly are as opposite as the Sun and the Moon
You as over whelming sunshine, eager to show everything
Allowing nothing to hide in shadow if you can
Warm and unaware
I as the cold and distant moon beams.
Faded and beautiful, yet faithful and exciting.
All too aware, and trying to avoid the truth.
My past, though painful, makes me who I am
Never too trusting, though not appearing to be suspicious
Seeming to open up while still hiding what really matters.
And your inability to see past that part of me is what really draws a firm line.
Even my best friend can have a hard time seeing through my mask