The moon on my table 
Doesn’t have scars 
Like the one, you look up to.
The moon on my table doesn’t have a heavenly body to revolve on
Rather
It sits still and watches me 24/7 
It stays as if we are having lots of fun. 
Like every favorite thing if mine
It waits for the dark 
To light me up. 
Because when I switch the dark on 
It smiles 
Understanding my shallowness 
Lights up my lonely world
to make me realize 
How shiny things are during the black 
And how one stands out in the dark. 

The moon on my table tells me 
It’s okay to be plain  and white amidst the colorful world