My Depth

No one knows my depth,
looming crowded when silence and exhaled as breath.
No form depicted nor explained,
witness a subtle theft,
still, no one knows my depth.
Chained, now the truth unspoken,
waiting for release,
awaken the darkest notion,
disturbed a sense of sanity,
Preying on my vanity,
and still no one knows my depth.
Cruelty is endured and truth has no place.
Lies take existence, respond with a multiplied face,
recited and claimed,
opposing the creator as original,
acknowledged the deceit through visual,
and still no one knows my depth.

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