Sometimes being alone

is better than being surrounded,

engulfed by beings,

by beings who are self-centered.

You are a moon orbiting

the last planet

in the galaxy.

So far from the sun,

life becomes so dark.

The air is gas,

toxic with sadness.

Colors are simply black.

Dark and grey, that is all you feel.

What would life be like

if you could be the sun?

To be bigger,

better,

closer,

brighter?

If you could just be a planet

and not some pointless moon

orbiting around.

Vaguely catching brightness,

but only keeping it for a little while.