The words aren't coming out right

The moon is beautiful, lighting my night

But still I struggle to say the right thing

Looking for inspiration in each star

Looking and seeing beyond the great scar

Forever fighting these invisible ghosts

Tongue-tied and slipping from reality

Feeling my way out of obscurity

Quiet and still and watching you go

Too late to call out and scream it away

I stay still and alone, the night turning into day.