I've lived most of my life behind a curtain.
Those tender, shaky
Seconds just before a performance,
Auditoriums and microphones are a part of me.
But when I was younger,
They only meant singing and
Applause. As I have grown, curtains
Have been sewn into a veil that glaze
My eyes, my being.
Parts of my life
Have become a performance
That I never intended to have,
I want to be an honest open book;
An open book when I want to show you but
Is the deadliest of the seven sins,
And I have it in abundance, shimmering spitefully
In my lions mane and cat eyes, you can see it
If you look hard enough, if you lift the curtains.
Sometimes I still cower at the thought of being ridiculed
by anyone for any mistake I've made but more painfully,
because of something I can’t change.
Who is a more deadly predator
To the lion
Than the lion itself?