There is a curtain

That separates me from you.

I am absolutely certain

That I cannot let you pass through.

 

Wake up in the morning to put a mask on my face,

Not only make-up, but the feelings that I let people see.

Cover up the imperfections and keep a lot of space

Between myself and those who would pry.

 

I hide away my fear from those who do not know,

Because I fear what they’ll think of me.

Every day is like putting on a show,

And I cannot tell anyone why.

 

Fear runs my life from behind the scenes.

Recently it has been tearing at my seams.

 

The life of a high school student, always wanting to be liked.

In this existence of mine, anxiety has spiked.

 

Slam behind the curtain

That separates me from you.

Even though I am not certain

That I want you to break through.

 

I’m a perfectionist and I obsess about everything being right.

I don’t do things that are fun because I’m too busy working.

In order to get things done, I stay up half the night.

These things are part of me, a part that I hide.

 

I cannot trust the people around me,

Because behind my back I feel them smirking.

The person I try to be,

Is a manifestation of my pride.

 

See me, the little ball of stress.

I’m not quite like the girl you see in a dress.

 

The face that I show people in the halls

Is a face that I hide within these walls.