I have a curtain in my life,
One I cannot deny.
If I pull this curtain back,
My life I would defy.
Behind this curtain lies a voice
That desperately longs to be heard,
But if I let this voice cry out,
My life would be disturbed.
This special voice is quiet,
Yet often pestering me,
By reminding me of who I was,
And not who I choose to be.
This little voice is but a note,
In my whole life’s song,
But when a note is wrongly played,
The song comes out all wrong.
This little voice could command,
My current reputation.
It knows all of my darkest secrets,
Passions, and temptations.
The more I think about this voice,
The more it overpowers me.
So now I must put back the curtain,
To where it was meant to be.