Self-Imprisoned

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Pull back the curtain,

The elegant curtain,

With pattern and pleating and frilled applique;

Still the back of the curtain

Is tattered, decrepit.

Someone could help you if you'd let them in.

 

Pull back the curtain,

The colorful curtain,

Its vibrant hues blocking the darkness you feel.

Entertaining the crowd,

Is that really your job?

If you pulled back the curtain, you'd let the light in.

 

Pull back the curtain,

The pure white curtain;

Don't be ashamed of the filth underneath.

You are not perfect.

Must you be perfect,

Or is it okay to be imperfect you?

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