A large red curtain, flowing right in front of my face.
It starts to open up but I quickly clench it shut.
Bubbly and outgoing, why am I getting so red.
I am not shy, that's what my friends said.
Inside I am burning up, anxious and confused.
If they like me for me then why do I feel so used.
They don't even know me, or what I am about.
I have talent boiling in my blood it just needs to come out.