To say it is a curtain
is to compare a match to a tree.
While one is simply shading you, the other is burning me.
I hide behind this made up wall
hoping to one day dissolve
into the very world i've created
in my head.
What was once intended to sheild everyone else
only led to me hurting myself.
Because i hid
behind this curtain.
Which isn't a curtain
but may be a flame.
Take your pick, but it still remains
a hideout for my brain.