I am like the sun,
A burning sphere so bright,
As night descends,
My thoughts take shape,
A harsh pinkish hue,
They ravish me,
Eat me alive,
Question my self-worth,
But by morning,
When the sun rises,
Like the night sky,
My thoughts disperse,
I assume the personalities of the people I talk to,
Leaving my own behind.

When can I become the moon?
Where the light that shines upon the earth,
Resembles the...