Contemplating on something I need to decide
Should I show the real me
Or continue to hide?
Should I open up and let people see
That I’m thinking of all of those nights I would lay and cry
While my life lacked its glee
That I’m remembering all of my feelings I would try to deny
When I didn’t know who to be.
That I’m concentrating on the times I would ask why
And all of the times I questioned if I was free
That I’m wondering if it mattered that I would try
Or if “try” is just a word of debris
And now I’m questioning so many things while I look to the sky
I see the moon and howl in a sort of guarantee
That I won’t say fair well or goodbye
And this is something I do decree
But the moon just glows down on me and listens, that is its reply
Perhaps because it knows the real me.