Behind the Curtains

On stage, with a smile on and friends and family with a front row seat.

The lights go off and the curtains close, that's when I'm the real me.

Every night behind the curtains enduring the pain and dreading the morning to act once again.

When the curtains open the show begins and every time they fail to see the pain,

the pain of girl who only wishes to be accepted the way she truly is.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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