What I see

When I see, I see a lot,

I see behind the masks,

I see beneath the souls.

I see souls in hiding,

I see shackles in binding.

What i see is a man in self loathing,

What I see is a captive who's conspiring,

What I see is a rebel in making,

What I see is an identity that's contemplating.

I see bruises and scars,

I see present and past.

Whatever I see, Whatever I saw,

It furthur makes path for what I am yet to see raw.

To hear, To speak, To feel the outcast in real,

A part of me that did bleed in the sub-real,

An unyielding realm, that ceases to exist in the unreal.