I did not Choose this Curtain
Everything is broken
I told Him one more time
You gave me such fantastic wings
But I refuse to fly.
Because all the scars are open
Silence screaming, fight!
But everything is broken
I want to be alone
It’s safe here in the emptiness
It’s perfectly insane
I do not have to pretend
I’m proud of my own name
Writhing in the whispers that I tell myself I am
I don’t have to wonder if there is a promise land
It’s awful here, I know it
It’s killing me, no doubt
But if I let someone in
I might just let me out
And what, I wonder, would they think
If finally, they could see
All the brilliant consciousness
They’re hiding from, in me.
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