Whose behind the curtain
I hide behind a curtain of isolation
i stand with my friends and feel a strange emotion
isolation when standing with people who are the same
we all have emotions but mine are to strong
my ideas fueled by emotion that are to different
so i sit in the chair and talk into a microphone
"your so right" "i tottaly agree"
speak with the emotions my friends use
yet the second my curtain tears i am an outcast
because my emotion fuels diffrent ideas i am a freak
because i don't feel the same i am isolated
by family
by friends
by me
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