Behind the scenes

What do you want to see when you do not?

A breed of the world behind pictures blurred. 

Have that inclnation to wear down and fraught.

But never seen, never touched, never heard.

The voice that loves to speak hid behind a mask,

Of paints, and furs, and dyes, to have it shattered.

More closer in it reality a task. 

You do not see the true colors battered.

Cause if you might, you might not like what you see. 

Truths are concealed, trapped hurtful and bitten.

All I've ever come, and is yet to be. 

i serve as a function to keep hidden, 

Underneath it all is something that's proud,

I scream to be heard, thrilling and loud. 

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