There is a room with big windows covered in curtains,
And darkness fills the room, the sun knocking on the glass, wanting entrance,
But everything is concealed within
So there is no light, and no one can see inside the room.
When people look from the outside in,
Their view is concealed by the black curtain that hangs on the window.
The curtain is always closed, blocking out everyone and everything.
People then soon give up on the room with the curtain
Because it is always closed.
They now think that there is nothing there,
But they do not know what goes on behind closed curtains.
Inside the room, there is chaos.
The floor is covered in many objects.
The bed is not made, covers thrown haphazardly on the mattress.
The paint is chipped in every place possible.
The single mirror is shattered, with glass scattered on the floor.
There used to be framed pictures,
But now there are only broken frames and burned photos.
The only thing intact is the curtain.
The black curtain seems untouched.
Standing tall in the wreckage, blocking the chaos inside the room
Like a shield
Or a barrier, keeping the outside out
And the inside in.
No one knows what happens behind closed curtains.
The only one who knows is the person in the corner
Of the room concealed by the black curtain.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All resemblance to actual people, places, incidents, or things is completely coincidental.
