Who Am I?


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.



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