Curtains

They're all watching like hawks
looking for all my faults;
If I do one thing wrong,
then I can tell my peace of mind "so long..."
Because they never let me forget it,
they only make me regret it.
So I pray hard to
stop being prey to
people with toxic minds,
so I can love myself in kind-
I never understood what that really means;
There are so many "fews" and not enough "far betweens..."
All life is dead-
the only way to revive it
is to survive it
or be survived by it.
Pointing issues at my head
and I rely on my tissues instead
of playing nurse
to my wounded heart.
But crying is something like dying,
it solves nothing,
and leaves you raw and broken,
speaking to words unspoken.
Curse of all curses, one would definitely think
that I was on the brink
of complete and total destruction-
although this is no more than a mere disruption.
Restrictions and convictions,
I'm on a twisted mission...
Convoluted in nature
and full of unforeseen danger,
I know not what I do,
or who I look for, it's true...
But one thing's sure and certain,
and that's the simple fact that
I'll never call it
curtains.