My Authentic Voice
In the age of AI,
I am uncovering myself.
Trying to find my authentic voice.
It feels hidden behind a mask of falsehood.
All people want is a voice that is perfect,
here I am looking for my own voice,
my own words.
Yet lost in a hollow,
lost behind a wall of blank noise.
A static so loud it blocks my authentic self.
A voice screaming out to be heard,
yet,
falling on deaf ears.
In the age of AI,
I find myself lost.
Lost behind things that don’t fit,
appearing real.
I stand here looking in a mirror
Yet,
I am fading into obscurity.
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