A mask, a borrowed face,
A hidden self hidden in space.
"Now you see why," the whisper sighs,
"Why truth in me so quickly dies."
A wall of silence, built so high,
Your unseen block, a cold goodbye.
My voice, unseen, unheard, unknown,
A seed of self, that's never grown.
"If I was someone else," I'd cry!!
A different name, a different creed.
Then,...
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