moon

Tonight is the end of slavery, moon.
Never again will I obey mindlessly-
This is the beginning of standing up,
And saying 'no'.

Tonight is the end of suffering, moon.
Never again will I let others hurt me,
Never again bend low enough to cry
Because of them.

It is good to believe what I say, moon,
Here, in the darkness-no one to contradict
And tell me what my heart already knows:
I will never stand up; I am only pretending...
It quells the pain.