Behind the Curtain, I am
As I stand behind this curtain
I can see them
I see them
While I am here behind this cold cloak
they are out there
there in the open
And I watch them from my pedestal
behind this thick cold cloak
behind this curtain, I am.
They play
laugh amongst each other
letting their spirits run free
free
invading the space
spreading
consuming the open
and I am here
watching
behind this armor
behind the curtain, I am.
Some call
some call for me
call me in their sweet persuading voices
that kiss the air and tickle my ears
so I can go out with them
but I call them off
I hide behind this armor
I refuse and let them be
from fear I hide
the fear consumes me
like a beast
hungry and devouring its prey
but then I stop and think
what if?
what if they knew the girl behind this?
behind this thick cold cloak?
behind this hard metal armor?
would they have mercy?
would they accept her?
the girl that cries like them
bleeds like them
is sensitive like them
the girl who has troubles
who has nightmares
waking up with cold sweats
suffocating
gasping
searching for air
would they accept her?
would they?
or would they refuse?
would they be disgusted?
and send her back?
As I think of this
the fear
it comes back
pouncing
ripping through my stomach
invading each inch within me
And then I decide again
No
stay behind the curtain
keep the illusion
then again
behind the curtain, I am.