For years I lived, hiding behind a curtain
Living in fear, always uncertain
I dreaded the days of middle school,
Was my hair a mess? Was my outfit uncool?
But as I grew older I began to realize
That popularity was no prize
I prefer to hang with my close knit friends,
Because I know they'll stick with me until the end
And now I'm happy, and absolutly certain
That'll I'll never go back behind that awful curtain.