Burning Curtain
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I stepped behind the curtain,
not liking what I saw.
It's hard to be someone
when I'm no one at all.
Seven billion and counting
turns me into a ghost.
I count on my ten fingers
the ones I like the most.
Behind the curtain I realized
I didn't belong to the world.
I belong to myself and to
the lives where I'm unfurled.
Tired of being a ghost, I wrote
until my brain stopped thinking
and my heart stopped feeling.
Life outside began shrinking.
Outside the curtain I thought
I could be seen. But outside
is no different from behind.
My existence lingers worldwide.
Whether behind the curtain,
or on the center stage,
we still feel someone's tears
or hear their fit of rage.
I set the curtain on fire,
I burst it into flames
to show it never mattered.
There are no more games.
If I want to sing, I'll sing.
If I want to write, I'll write.
No curtain could cover me
enough to stop my fight.