Hidden

Who are you?
What are you hiding from?
What do you call those walls?
Where are you?
What are you running from?
When everything else in reality calls?

What is your name?
How can you run from this identity?
What are the colour of your eyes?
Look at your fingerprints.
You can't run from who you are,
So don't surround yourself with lies.

Weave a web around you,
What point is it?
What's the point of hiding?
Build a wall about your soul,
What use is it?
When you're drawing breath and living.

Who are you?
What are you hiding from?
What do you call these walls?
Where are you?
What are you running from?
When everything else in reality calls?

� Elysia N. Fields

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