I’m looking at the drapes
So thick and full of life
Do they also have hopes?
Even as they block out the light?
Do they know what beauty they block out?
Like a layer used to paint the face.
Do they realize they are just but a barrier?
And inside is a cage of rage
A caged beast lacking an outlet
A beast forced to forget
Her mind is still clear
She knows she lives a lie
She knows the drapes hang because of her mistakes
But she has to be in with the crowd
Doesn’t want to be the subject of a frown
She is concealed in a hypothetical world that misunderstands her
Barred by the chains of knowing the trends that she forgets she is a masterpiece
So she pretends to be less than she actually is
Pretends she is living a life of bliss
Yet inside the hell fire that burns is as intense as her own soul
She needs a being that understands her
One who will allow the drapes to be pulled back
She needs someone to give her a hand
To help brush off the dust
Because she knows which arrows to follow
Even as her heart remains hollow
She is a lioness crammed up in a cage so lonely
And all this I see when I look at the drapes
And at the paint upon her face