Behind the Curtain
Behind the curtain, behind the mask
It all sees daydream
But it is what is tasked
It's never what it seems
The needles, the germs,
The casts, the genes.
Expected me to be my turn
I cannot live
In a white room,
I cannot live
In a place without a tune
A song.
A song of peace, and language
Were I can be a part of the love
I wish to be me
Show the lady, every part of me
Show the love inside
The burning that no one sees
The fire licking at my knees
Threatening the curtain in front of me..
Allowing everyone to see me.