"Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain." they say

In their heads, which is all I can bare to think as I walk down the hall

With my own invisible curtain

Covering up my very identity that I am afraid of showing

Of expressing

I know if they got to know me, the real me

Not the me that hides in the corner of the popular crowd

Making stupid jokes to try and fit in

But the me that loves Greek mythology

And literature and history and wants to experience

Every bit of life, the me that loves The Hunger Games

And is obsessed with the hit T.V. series Friends and Jennifer Aniston

I’m tired of hiding behind this curtain

Hoping to be accepted for something, which I am not

These people deserve to get a glimpse of the guy who believes in Hellenism

And is extremely OCD about everything

Because if I gave them that chance

I know they’d be saying

“Pay all attention to that wonderful soul in front of the curtain.”