Curtain
All that separates us is a curtain.
The one you’re looking at-
The side made of
Sugary pink fabric-
Is the side I show you.
I decorate it with
Bright lights of hopes,
Colorful goals and greatness,
Even a cheery expression.
But there are rips through the curtain
That let out the other side…
I am on the other side of the curtain.
It’s not so bad over here,
In this shadowy silence.
I never decorated this side,
But I did rip a few holes through
To let in some
Light and air
So I don't sufficate in the gloom.
Sometimes I peek through,
And see the other me
Parading and prancing in the outside world.
Yet I stay here, in the quiet.
In the dark.
Knowing that I can come out one day if I want.
After all,
All that seperates us is a curtain.