I am the moon.

My emotions are filled with craters and holes

I can't help but always feel cold.

I try to shine for those who need it,

but no one will ever know my dark side— I keep it hidden and never free it.

The side captivated by darkness and filled with broken fragments

The side that I lock away will always stand stagnant.

It will never be found hiding behind my shining façade,

Far from wandering minds who think the exploration field is broad

I am the moon.