I do not hide behind a curtain.

Curtains are easily swept away.

I am trapped behind glass,

one moment I am visible,

then my breath fogs up your view.

You will never truly see me,

unless I let you.

I need courage to wipe away the fog.

The fog that is concealing my identity.

I need courage to break the glass,

and set myself free 

from my own personal prison.