Oh Moon, - that's not Me.

The Moon might thrice dance its size,
and it would still never shadow the sun. 
My tears fall,
as happiness unvelopes my feelings. 
And I feel fine.
Feeling haunted, I wonder
as I feel my shadow dimmer.
Dimmer the moon and watch me slimmer.
Anxiety reaches a halt,
only when my Faith stands still
and my friends are soft. 
Eating sleeplessly helps me wake,
help me stay past monrning pale light. 
As I wretch I go to wander,
my helpless head amid my messy tumble.
Help me start a new again,
As I listen to the moon at ten.