Tattered Curtains
“Take a look”
She tells me, and I shake my head
Desperately wanting to clear my mind of all her encouraging words
I refuse to look at that mirror
Covered in steam and laced with jewel’s
Because I know that she will be there
Staring back
This girl I’ve been trying so hard to ignore
Will be there
Watching me, with her bright blue eyes
Eyes that emit bravery
And a face full of wonder and belief
“No”
I faintly whisper
Because I know what she wants
This girl who’s so alive
This girl
Who’s only safe to come out when I’m all alone
“I’m afraid”
And truly I am
Of what others may think
Of what others may believe
This girl wouldn’t fit in
She wouldn’t be comfortable with the way she is
If the world saw her
“I’m so, so sorry”
I tell her and she nods
Wanting to understand
I turn my back
Whispering a quaint goodbye
And make my departure
I hide her, in the back of my mind
Where she sits behind tattered curtains
Fantasizing of the day I’ll be confident tear them down.