The Real Her

I hide behind the curtain to hide the crazy,

to hide the sadness and pain,

to hide the madness that is my life.

I hide behind the curtain for fear of the real me being seen.

When i come out from behind my cloth shield,

that, my friends, is when it gets interesting.

Crying and laughing and screaming,

an insomniac is behind this curtain.

Her mind reels until the wee hours of the morn.

She often refers to herself in the third person,

I don’t know why…..

Maybe it is part of my insanity that she calls my life….

This is why I hide behind a curtain,

waiting for weird people like me to come around.

She hides behind a curtain to shield the world from my crazy self.

But don’t worry, it’s okay…..Tee Hee