Under The Moonlight

Tonight I can wear a happy face,

Not lie about lying around when I had work,

You see, I worry the people around me,

I don't talk.

For weeks my brown blanket becomes my

home and skin,

It's funny because I hate brown,

The mud, the spot on my school dress.

The stress of not overcoming yesterday's problems,

It was just a game,

Until I counted to hundred and still couldn't sleep,

the sheeps are all slaughtered

And my right wrist is swollen,

Red, almost brown scars,

My happy place is a cemetery now,

The blood is all on me.

I fear if it's me next,

But instead, it's my mind,

It loses something brilliantly yours,

Every night I become less of your tamed tiger.

More of a lost lion,

I shred my sheets with quotes for hope,

Is there any?

After all, love, you talk like wolves and cheat like hyenas.

If howling under the moonlight somehow makes your pain go away,

Howl, howl away for me too,

Tell your brothers and your sisters,

There's plenty of pain to howl away,

So that tonight I can wear my happy face.