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.