A perfect little girl,
Good grades, good friends, good family,
She had everything in life,
Well, that was what everyone thought,
Behind that smile that she holds are the tears no one notices
Cause 'She is Little Miss Perfect she can't possibly be sad'
Oh boy, was she sad, she was stressed, and more than depressed
Getting good grades was all that she knew
Pleasing her family was all that she knew
Acting like everything was fine when it really isn't was all that she knew
Anxiety swallowed her whole.
"What would possibly happen if i get bad grades" she would think, spending sleepless nights, overthinking
If everyone would be so disappointed in her.
But then, just like the moon in a dark night, was a person who entered her life
Making her seemingly much more carefree, more observant to all the little good things in life
That person changed her much more than they even knew, a shoulder to cry on, a person she could rant to, who understood her and comforted her
The only person she felt safe with the most
You may ask me why I know so much about this girl
Because I was her.
And yes I know you will be reading this poem @ (moon in the dark night person).
I hope you know that you changed me.

-hld