This curtain is my protection,

I need it to hide myself from the world.

Paranoia and anxiety is a hard thing to hide,

And it seems no one understands it.

To me I am sweet,

To me I am kind, 

To me I and smart,

But with others I must hide.

My mind is dark and cunning.

No one likes you

You aren't attractive enough

Everyone hates you

You're just a bother to society.

These are the things that constantly run through my mind.

I just can't help it but I always try,

To convince myself these things aren't true,

My friends reassure me by saying,

I'm here for you.

I am a good person,

I am a good friend.

I know I'm pretty,

At least to some extent.

I wish I had the confidence to show who I am,

But past experiences,

Have made me a quiet little lamb. 

No one must know and no one must see,

The amazing person I have grown up to be.

This curtain is my protection,

I need it to hide myself from the world.

Paranoia and anxiety is a hard thing to hide,

And no one can even try to understand me.