Behind the Curtain
Behind the Curtain I stand.
Constantly of every moment of everyday.
Hiding, masquerading, and covering my face with my hand.
Silence and darkness keep me at bay.
I show people my brutal energy, when deep down I'm calm and tired.
I show people my cruel face, when I'm actually divine in kindness.
My arrogance bleeds through when I want to show them the humility that I admire.
My savagery wins when Im fighting to show calmness.
I'm scared, afraid and too damn paranoid for the majority to know my virtue.
Too prideful for them to see me give someone my last bread.
Too embarrassed for the social world to see my love towards you.
And too terrified for pop culture to know that the loneliness and the most forgotten feelings keep my heart fed.
I'am
The kindest but the most arrogant person in my school.
I'am
The loneliest but happiest.
I'am
The most caring but the greediest.
The bravest, but the biggest coward.
Im dead in the water.
Still searching for my conviction.
I will find it and hold it close, even if I become a matyr.
Then paranoia will leave me, and the media can record my belief's depiction.
Behind a curtain I stand.
Constantly of every moment of everyday.
Hiding, masquerading, and covering my face with my hand.
Maybe this time I can pull away the curtain and settle the debts that I must repay.