Different

what's important about me when

i'm a piece of trash,no one 

understands me,neither does the 

sun,I belong to the darkness deep

in my heart,the chilly breezes at

night dance around me,why am I 

different,maybe it's like me stuck 

in one direction at a time,I am one 

know one cares for except the moon,

why does it smile when I look up,

I am not special but we are one