curtains
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It is midnight.
Peeking though the curtains, giving consent.
Hearing no answer? It is finally time.
Leaving this world of shrouded reality
And into the land of mirrors,
Curtains
I hide from myself
From the fears
The doubts
The insecurity
I show a different me
A me that is confident
Joyful
Loving
Who am I to hide behind
a dark red curtan time after time?
Who am I to act as if
I really don't have anger fits?
Who am I to just portray
a happy person day by day?
Who am I to smile bright
Me.
I am a simple person.
I strive to be the best. Perfection.
I am dedicated. Strong. Proud.
I am smart. Beautiful. Joyous.
Me.
I am an intricate person.
I long for rest. Tranquility.
FAILURE
I am bold, I am strong
I’ve been holding it back for too long
I am funny yet wise
The people that change for others are the people I despise
Black satin covers drapping over me
I push away, but the
Layers upon layers only suffocate me more
Deep trenches of black
Blind opportunities to
Seek further in finding my footsteps
Curtains are pulled for protection
To hide what we don’t want to be seen
To shade us from investigation
To protect us from reality
But is it any safer to be in the dark?
To stay in just one place?
I must be a ghost.
Oh, how they walk through me.
It's like I'm invisible,
And no one hears my screams.
It's a lifetime story,
But I hate those shows.
There's things in the world,
