There's a curtain hanging over me.
A curtain through which I cannot see.
This curtain hides the truth of "me",
And behind the curtain, I can retreat.
I hide behind it so I don't have to try,
I stay behind it so these tears can dry.
I don't have to talk and I don't have to smile,
But if I stay isolated, is it even worthwhile?
So should I push back the curtain and try to truly be seen?
Or am I content with just being the shell that they think of me?
Should I let this curtain forever cover me,
Or will I be seen?
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Tenebris: The Complete Collection
PoetryI struggle. I change. This is the cycle. This is the end. A collection of my own personal poems spanning the last three years, about the life I've lived and the world around me. Contains dark imagery, and mature themes including death and self harm...
