I did not Choose this Curtain

Everything is broken

I told Him one more time

You gave me such fantastic wings

But I refuse to fly.

Because all the scars are open

Silence screaming, fight!

But everything is broken

I want to be alone

It’s safe here in the emptiness

It’s perfectly insane

I do not have to pretend

I’m proud of my own name

Writhing in the whispers that I tell myself I am

I don’t have to wonder if there is a promise land

It’s awful here, I know it

It’s killing me, no doubt

But if I let someone in

I might just let me out

And what, I wonder, would they think

If finally, they could see

All the brilliant consciousness

They’re hiding from, in me.

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