Yesterday night I sat staring at the moon. I thought about it for a while. She shines just for others. She has a part off her always hidden. She always needs someone for her to shine. She stood there all alone. Even though everyone said she is beautiful – she had scars. Every morning she keeps up a mask to hide herself coz she knows that no one needs her now. She was one of a kind and out of reach of many. She loved the sun and died for him.