A poem for failures

Sometimes death is the easiest way, I can think to shut everyone's mouth

I need some space to drub my emotions

cause I am not too frail. 

My life is changing frequently, 

and I am slipping into a dark room.

 My sunshine is lost somewhere in tears.

 Can I quit this? 

Faking emotions is not the solution,

 it's just a temporary mask.

 My core is hurting but tears are 

bound for sake of acceptance.

 I am standing between a crowd but

 my presence doesn't create any contrast.

This is not what I want to be..........

I am a star, not the moon.

It needs to curb the presence.

Even though the moon is bright but 

the sky still looks empty. 

Stars struggle to show their presence but

it doesn't mean they are not perfect or foremost. 

these are the stars who are quitting

and the moon that is facing.