Curtain

Agression

Perfection

An abundance of energy

Sometimes I wonder if it's really me

 

How many masks do I hold?

How many of me are to be told?

 

Outside I am one with the smiles.

The giggles, the laughs, the jokes

anything to fool these folks.

The friends, the family, and maybe even myself

While on the inside I am someone else.

 

Criticizing eyes that see through life

knowing it's horrors and immense strife.

Why should I hold it in and they not know;

why not let my inner self show?

 

Kids are cruel, and I'm seventeen

But age to them doesn't mean a thing

They find one weakness and force you to do their bidding

Not a care in the world in the sin their doing

 

So I keep up a strong front with them

Barely do I let other in.

So  up they must come;  my curtains.

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