When No One Is Watching

When No One Is Watching

Who are you in solitude's embrace?
When no one's watching, do you let go?
Is your true self revealed in private spaces?
Or do you hide, even from your own face?

Are you multifaceted, changing with each face?
Do you don masks for different places?
Or is your heart consistent, shining bright?
Uninfluenced by external sight.

In bathroom mirrors, do you find release?
Singing loud, with no chains to please?
No insecurities to stifle your cheer?
Do you laugh freely, without fear?

When alone, do darker thoughts arise?
Do envy, jealousy, or malice compromise?
Or do compassion and kindness prevail?
Do you smile at strangers, with joy on your trail?

Do you return lost treasures, unseen?
Do you choose empathy or shadows in between?
Who are you when no one's watching?
What do you do, when no eyes are clutching?

Are you authentic, or unrecognizable?
Do your values falter, or remain immovable?
In solitude's silence, who do you find?
Your true self or a ghost left behind?

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