Behind the Curtain sits a man
Surrounded by dice and by books,
By running shoes and painted miniatures,
And no, he’s not alone.
There’s friends and family too,
I’m a nerd, a geek,
A weirdo and a freak
But I like it, just that way.
Now, the curtain is not a barrier
The curtain does not hide me
The curtain is the real illusion,
For the real curtain is within myself.
Hiding in my own skin,
The easy going and unflappable persona
I present to the world
Is quivering in my boots
Too paralyzed to talk until it is too late.
My fears and doubts and hidden shames,
Shackles formed from my mind,
The hidden me that shouldn’t be
The arrogance and pride I try to hide
Because I don’t want to see.
And so I try to tear the curtain down,
And with it take the shame and faults away
Yet within they linger still
So here I am
Nerd and proud
That’s all I’ll let you see.