Cry, Pain, but Soon I'll See, Maybe...

The clouds are hovering around the moon so close that I can barely breathe. There may be days that the moon needs the clouds to make it feel warm, but too much of it just spoils the whole thing. In certain pictures, the moon may feel flattered with the presence of the clouds, and that every other stars are envious of the beautiful moon. So they shine so bright in hope to bring the moon down, for being so big, so round, and full of flaws. Yet many don't see in the silence of the moon, it's glow is the reason the stars can be seen at night. It's glow is the reason we watch the sky in the night.
I lay awake at night, thinking of the mistakes that I may have made in the past. Maybe I have, but I am human and that's my saving grace. I'm not perfect. But I try to move forward, I try to learn from my mistakes. I did everything within my ability to do great things in life. To make my life a nice one to live in. But as I pass through the days, slowly I realise that nothings no different. People don't try so why am I trying.
Let me cry in the darkness that I've hidden my other soul all this while. Let me place myself in that state of definition that is undefined in my own world. Let them seek me and learn that living a life is hard and having to seek the balance has been harder as you grow older. You can't satisfy anybody and at some points you hurt others for your safety or because to save yourself. Judge me all you want by how I write, but before that, do me a favor and tell me that the reasons I am scared of being around people is just because I am scared to know that the truth about that person, or maybe to get scared with that person.