Hiding Behind the Curtain

A curtain, a mask, a veil;

Bring it up, bring it down,

Not because I am frail,

But because I’ve been through every town.


I sit behind a looking glass,

Peering out at the world.

Alone in every class,

Rarely having quarreled.


Words that seep from behind

Are those that hurt the most,

Because they think you’re blind.

But in your life, you are the host.


No one understands

Or even cares.

But when your world expands

In front of you only lies stairs.


Proceeding forward

Doesn’t mean expressing yourself.

On your own accord,

You can explain yourself.


To take away the veil or curtain

At your own pace, because you are just a person.


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