No one knows you like I do.
We both hide there,
behind the curtain.
The red one,
stained with tears, resentment and fears
accumulated over the years.
You like the control the curtain gives you;
but then again you have always loved control.
You can't leave the curtain
Once you did,
with a gun.
Held it to your head high, higher, HIGHER
then shut it down and left for awhile.
Then you came back because you need this curtain,
Behind this curtain there is a mirror,
hold it up to see clearer.
I am disgusted!
I am part of you,
because sex makes babies
and here I am.
I have scratched, itched, and cut
but your still inside of me.
The curtain is so heavy
I have always been to young to remove it,
but this year will be different.
18 is calling my name,
and soon dear father
I will leave you
behind the curtain...