My person behind the curtain is rarely seen,

not many have seen the real me.

I choose what i show to others,

the person behind the curtain is torn.

Tattered and tired.

The person behind the perfectionist

is withered away and stressed.

The person I'm hiding,

wouldn't want to be seen.

She prefers to comeout on bad nights,

she makes herself known as scars on my body,

she makes herself known when i push people away.

The person behind the curtain is ruining my life,

but i love her.

She is me, the insecure teenager.

The girl who is over competitive

and really compassionate.

She is me, at her worst she is self hate,

at her best she makes me feel as if the sky is the limit!