There is a curtain,

and sometimes I hide behind it.

Everyone does. 

Some people hide behind a curtain of ignorance,

a curtain of quiet,

a curtain of fake.

 

Inside, I'm loud and I'm proud of what I am,

but this curtain makes me feel that its wrong.

That I'm too loud, that I'm too talkative, so I stay quiet.

When I want to say something, I don't.

When I'm asked a question, I shyly answer. 

Don't speak too loud, too freely.

 

I've fought against this curtain, 

and sometimes it has won.

From the outside, you couldn't see

the punches I've been throwing, the kicks that've blasting.

It all does no good. I'm always thrown right back down.

behind that same curtain.

 

I've figured it out! 

Don't fight the curtain, rise above it.

This curtain isn't there, its in my head. 

Stop throwing those punches, kicking at this curtain, and walk around it.

With every punch that I throw, I sew another thread

into this disgusting, ugly curtain.

With every time you ignore the curtain's existence,

a thread falls out.

 

There is no curtain now.