You might think i’m just
a fourteen-year-old girl
with brown hair
and blue eyes
But I know I am more
way more than that
not a tuba or a flower
not a beetle or a donut
A curtain
a lifeless, bulky curtain
When I am not at my best
or bummed
When I go home and sulk
listening to sad songs on shuffle
I am a curtain closed
not open
people leaving
because 1984 isn’t going to show
but when the music starts to play
and the actors start to appear
my curtains start to open
The audience’s faces start lighting up
and the crowd begins
to roar
I become a lively curtain
that never wants to close
disappointing everyone when I do
hearing the crowd want an encore
I am constantly open
until I get tired
and that’s when my show ends
I take a breath and hear the words “break a leg” over again
and again
and again
the brown haired, blue eyed girl
is a curtain
a big, wavy, breath taking curtain
all in one show