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.