Standing Behind the Curtain, Seeing Beneath the Mask
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Come, enter the world behind the curtain,
Were the joy is diluted by the pain
Where the smiles are not constant and not everything is certain.
This is how I look when I shed the act,
This is me when I unfasten the mask,
This is insecure, imperfect, genuine, broken, and cracked,
Damaged,
Emotional,
Scared, and
Loud.
I ache to come out from under my shroud,
My shroud, a safety blanket, self-imposed,
It shields me, it suffocates me, it grows and grows and grows and grows.
But if I drop the shroud, and come out from behind my curtain,
I am vulnerable,
Because I put my true self on the line.
If I am free from the curtain, I am imprisoned by myself,
And by my insecurity and pain,
That I use the mask to cover,
That I use the curtain to hide.