Walking down the hall
The eyes staring me down
I can’t let them see,
not the real me
Can’t let myself peek out from behind the curtain
Spending years pulling the blue fabric taunt
Careful not to show one inch
Of my true self
The soul behind the picture
The outgoing person I want to be
Too many judgmental stares to feel confident
To be unreserved
Will they laugh?
Am I to be the class comedian?
That’s never what I have wanted to be.
Should I care?
Maybe they will like the real me.
The one who likes nerdy movies.
Who likes to wear sweatpants instead of jeans
Perhaps it’s time to peek out from behind the curtain.