Behind The Curtain
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I define myself by my secrets.
I count them like scar marks or ticks in the sidewalk and cloak myself in them like curtains.
I am stitched into a world of sin, but this design is suiting me.
Nobody asks about it. Nobody knows.
I am scared of my cloak being set ablaze by the bright burn of a new-found light in my life.
I love my skin hidden, this curtain is the only thing protecting me from myself and death.
Who is the true me?
Why am I so afraid to reveal who I am?
I am wrapped in a world of cloaks I will not take off.
They will not appreciate my skin, the golden hue of it or the shimmer of my arms.
They will not understand the complexity of my curtain.
I am powerful behind this dark sheet, invisible like a ghost; I do not want to be seen.
They will not love me, like they love me now.
I am a man behind these drapes of my mystery and I do not want to be belittled to a boy.