I stay hidden behind this veil of lies,
to shelter myself from other's eyes.
They deserve not to see who I am,
why should they when not even I can?
I sence in ways others cannot,
I remember instences others forgot.
I taste the way that others can't,
and I apprehend thoughts they often chant.
I often counterfiet my identity,
for an existence I want others to see.
But somewhere along the way,
I became lost in my integrity.
I know not what I hear or see,
All I know is it is not me.
Now no one is allowed to trail,
The beautiful film, implementing my tale.