Draw The Curtain Of Hurtin Poem by Tanya Rose

I know where to draw the line

most times

but I just cross it anyway..

. at least a few times a day

I must always know how something,

someone operatesI study everything,

body language to combustion chambers

Gauges and switches

which does what

and why- then what happens?

I've always been like this

My minds a crazy circus

I study even me CONSTANTLY

sometimes I make my feelings so blind

that I blur that fine lineof feeling nothing at all-l

ike a switch you just never know-

just which part of me-

that will make an appearance or a delivery

The most challenging part you see

is this cival war

That I wage inside of me

The complicated items in life

come simple to my mind

like isles of wild flowers

it the rain showers

that make my truest feelings a coward

to express just what I really feel

Parts of me- Im pretty sure will never heal

Draw the curtains on some stages in my circus

of mistrust

misleading

fleeting fake folks

like wheels are thier lives

with no spokes