Curtains...a simple word that doesn't bare much weight in the real world.

The 'Real World' what is it really? Why do we hide and cower? My Highs and MyLows

are the winds that hush my very existance. Ever lasting misery or bliss forever do us part. 

Even when in company I dawn my mask so that I may stand alone in the night.

and the only source of light is a heart on fire..throbing and pulsating in a manner just to it's surroundings. Like a leaf in autumn I change ever so freely.. never a constant in a life where there is no certainty. I am all things to all people and mirrors are my enemy..The bane of my existance is the one who stares back and wonders "Why?"..