Supressed Authencity

Hidden beneath several layers, 
A plea for help sounds voicelessly, 
Unheard & ignored it subdues into silence, 
Losing itself in prayers
.

People refuse to see what's beyond their sight, 
Fearing the complexity of the unknown, 
To them my inner voice lacked conviction, 
Their disbelief absorbing all my light
.

Each day one layer I shed, 
Only to end embracing new ones, 
Living a dream under the garb of deceit,
Being truly myself I dread
!

Beyond the sight of this world I Iie, 
Heavy with sorrow my heart sinks deep within, 
Wading through swamps of stagnation, 
The authencity within me slowly dies
!

-Babar Mir

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