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MASKED-By: Mizgon Zahir


standing wrapped in the winter wind
the rain falling against my skin
tears crawling from my eyes
lips shivering from fear in disguise
my body pregnant with life
painful screams and cries
confusion, hurt, anger all in one
everything amounting to none

naked from lies, naked from truth
emotionless eyes, hate no one can soothe
who am I? no longer do I know
this whole world has become my show

wearing a mask, playing a role
memorising lines without a soul
morals in question, pride at hand
I wonder why I live in society's command

A film reel; Actual size=240 pixels wide