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.