Words are meant to be said, not written, but for true expressions you must hide

Behind a mask, my precense is cloaked , sealed from society as the words speak for me.

Do we matter, society boundaries, even a looking glass seperating real from fake.

None matter for behind my mask I can speak what I truly mean.

My hushed tone becomes a beckoning voice that booms across all horizons.

My open ears become vessels for my mouth is too small to contain the power.

My heart becomes small and slow, dulling my feeling projecting it outward.

The Bothersome questions become answers and meaning.

I tranform into a savage creature who speaks of blasphemy.

My words become more than a public face and become a display for entertainment.

I become who I am really am as I express more than what is said but what can be written.






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