In the realm of self, I find my space,
An iron curtain, my guarded embrace.
Nothing escapes, nothing filters through,
I retain what I wish, in shades of my hue.
Unfazed by whispers, unswayed by their sway,
I try to keep myself clean, imperfections at bay.
For every soul, with flaws unseen,
I shroud them all, my armor serene.
Masks we wear, a universal art,
Hiding our soft spots, guarding our heart.
No need for explanation, no solace to seek,
The world’s judgment, a tale so bleak.
Behind my curtain, I take my stance,
In silence, I endure each challenge’s dance.
No need to share, no need to explain,
Quietly, stoically, I embrace the pain.
A smile adorns my face, my mask secure,
A riddle to others, a mystery to endure.
I mind my own business, as I let them be,
In this dance of life, I find harmony.
Let others wonder, let them surmise,
In the enigma I find, my spirit flies.
With an iron curtain, I stand tall,
Preserving my essence, my soul’s free fall.
In this world of noise, I cherish the hush,
With my iron curtain, I find my lush.
For in my solitude, my soul can thrive,
Let me be my own, let my spirit alive.
Guchi.
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