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.
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.