Disclaimer: Remus Lupin, Hogwarts, the moon- it's all J.K. Rowling's. Except the moon, which probably belongs to someone else anyway.
Author's Note: Yes, in honor of the full moon, I have written another poem. But I need to ask you, as my reviewers: are my poems starting to become repetitive? Because there's probably a limit on how much you can write about one subject. Tell me if I'm starting to get boring. My mind is wandering a bit more, and I've got other collections of poems. However, I want to know if I should continue updating Howling or just leave it with the 25 poems it has.

Thinking

I hate the moon,

Then fear the moon,

Then don't know how to feel,

Since I saw the moon,

I watch the moon,

I've wondered if it was real.

But the pain that comes

Without the sun

Is surely no illusion,

What I would give,

To breathe and live

Without hate or confusion,

But the fate I own,

Is mine alone,

It is a part of me,

And sometimes I deem

That this would seem

To be my destiny.

The waxing moon,

It comes too soon.

I find it to be true,

That although I try

To live a lie,

There's nothing I can do.