Do you see the soft folds and bright colors?

Do you see the intricate design and delicate lace?

Do you see the proud handiwork and perfect stitching?

Do you see the confidence that all the chaos will come together to form a beautiful picture?

You do…oh; then you’ve never seen me

You’ve seen my curtain, but you’ve never seen me

Did you ever even look?

Were you so content to look at the covering that you never wondered what had inspired this daring cloth?

When you looked at the soft folds gently swaying with the smallest breadth, did you not see how hard and unyielding my life has been? So unforgiving and frightening

When you looked at the bright colors dazzling your eyes, did you not the see the deep hatred and guilt I feel with the things I’ve done? Ghosts in the night casting shadows on my heart

When you looked at the intricate design cleverly dancing the light, did you not see my fear and uncertainty with what the future might give? It is unknown and angry

When you looked at the delicate lace carefully perched in precious positions, did you not see how I’ve tried to cover up my faults and failures? Hideous and eternal

When you looked at the proud handiwork happy at creating real art, did you not see me crying at the thought of being lost in this illusion forever? A slave to maintaining the curtain

When you looked at the perfect stitching skillfully holding everything together, did you not see my sanity and hope falling to pieces? Breaking beyond repair

When you looked at the confidence; taking a step back and soaking up the wonder, did you not see a nervous child alone and huddled in the dark? Waiting for a ray of light

That is what lies behind my curtain, I’m waiting for a small ray of light; of hope, but no one ever gives me any

No one ever peeks behind the curtain to find the truth, they just look at the outside and smile, just like you

All you ever did was look at the curtain; never thinking that someone was calling out for help, but I was

I know a curtain is easy to look at and difficult to open, but please; I need someone to come in and pull me out before I am swallowed whole by this savage lie before I am suffacted by this heavy fabric

Please, I’ve begun to forget what it means too