The Truth Behind the Curtain

Sat, 08/16/2014 - 15:49 -- Mimii

They stare, they talk, they judge.

I run through the streets,

drive past strangers,

walk through the hallways.
I’m present, but am I really present?
 

Quiet, simple, and calm.

That’s what they say when they see me.

But that’s not who I am.

My glittered curtain cries to be revealed.

Wild, energetic, and free.

 

Those that truly know me would say I’m nothing as I show.

Why is that they ask?

Simple, I say.

“I can’t pull back the curtain.”

 

Strangers: one simple word.

That’s all they are, others say.

But even they know that’s a lie.

Internally we’re all the same.

Worried, scared, nervous.

Worried about what others will say.

Scared to be judged.

Nervous of whether others will accept the truth.

 

But this is life.

Everyone is the same.

We want to fit in so we put up a curtain.

A bright red, elegant curtain.

We know the audience will appreciate it.

It’s been so for years.

 

We’re not sure whether the audience will appreciate a curtain so unique.

A curtain with glitters, different colors, spots, and patterns.

We’re afraid to try, and stick with our glamorous red curtains.

 

My unique curtain will remain hidden behind the red

Because everyone is the same.

Or at least, that’s what everyone shows.

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