What would I sound like if no one was watching How would I dress? How would I act like or think like If not to impress? What would do in my spare time If not like the rest? How would cope, how would my brain work Without all that stress?

Tell me little wave, who are you when the shoreline has receded when the gaze of hunters no longer pierces your soul when the tide no longer names you and the wind no longer cares who are you when the ripples go still when the pond is empty and the mask is uneeded

do you still stand tall when no one is there to see it or do your shoulders sink beneath the quiet do your hands still reach for the fire when there is no one left to share its warmth

when the voices fade and the crowd disolves when the night stetches long and you are left with only yourself do you know the shape of your own soul do you know its weight, its hunger, or its terrible ache

too many live in immitation bending to draw the gaze of others a shifting hallow thing a shadowy ghost of an expectation

but when the ocean stills and your mirror grows dark what do you see does the silence frighten you like a drowned man finally going still or do you seach for echoes to remind you that you esist

who are you little wave when no one is watching when no one will ever know when no history will be written when no lips will speak your name

who are you little wave, and are you enough?

Undressed you turn in the dark of the room you alone are, that one that is no longer was and will one day will. Hidden all from the outside eyes, is it shame or just survival? great deals come from the eyes that will no longer hear. us, you, them, i. shame, laugh, dark remedy for the unwell. approval is not allowed when you become we. You is a shame and a disgrace so hidden you stay, lure the shadows and think of how you can change. is it a lie or just a wat to start? would you understand the way i become faceless when you are away? no one will know who can be when they are not being seen, when you are you, you are the truest you. judge the thoughts of shame because they are correct.

With people, We hide ourselves. We sweep away the things we really like, replacing them with things they like. In hopes we become something, someone they like.

Without people, We still hide. We hide from ourselves. We do not cry or show weakness. We don’t want to be weak. Us as a whole just want to fit in.

We can’t show ourselves, even to ourselves.

Who are we When no one is there Look in the mirror, talk to yourself You know it's true Everything you've felt Desire to be better Desire for revenge Desire for fame Desire for looks That could blow them away Desire that you could be everything

Look in the mirror You know it's true Anger rises Depression lowers You fall into that pit Of fears Try to remake The image of today Try to hide From the face Desire to run Desire to hide Desire to never show what's on the inside

I am me when no one watches When the mask can finally fall When I’m free to be myself With no one there at all You may think it would get lonely And sometimes it really does But when no one’s there I’m safe and sound Without fear of being judged

When you live in a world of hate, you tend to cover who you are.

It’s only happens when you grow and understand the shows your parents watch.

And in a school where you feel so rare.

You tend to mask yourself just a notch.

So let me introduce myself.

I am Katherine, not Kaitlyn or any other name.

People say I have an interesting interpretation of life itself.

I seem to know more and mentally understand things while others are stuck on a chain.

Though I don’t try to put myself above others.

But I selfishly admit I do crave others praise.

And I am told that I am famous apon friends mothers.

But I am here to tell you that my true secrets and self are covered by a fine glaze.

For now I tell you the small snippets.

I don’t know who I am, I just know I am the creation of somebody’s.

Eyes encrusted with gold close The soft sound of strumming Can be heard the air The worn paper mask you wear Falls As does the costume We both wear The pictures that prove us Friends But when no one is watching We seem Distant

Me And You Are not the same And it’s all my fault That you love me so much.

I don’t know why Or how But I’m the only one who could’ve done this.

I’m sorry, my friend Don’t blame yourself.

Who are we when no one is watching? Are we loud? Scared? Or always latching? Breaking out of our shells or diving in deeper? Are we face to face with god or left with the reaper? Who we are when alone is our true essence. Intricately woven together from adolescence. Do you hear dozens of voices or just the faint one? Can you sit in the silence or do you just run? When the curtains go down does the mask peel away? Or do you strap it on tighter to be on display? In those moments alone when time stands still. We find our true selves buried beneath our will. What’s found deep within is our dreams, fears, and scars. We are blasted up away among the stars. For in the quiet, we see it clear. Everything we value, we hold it dear.

I'm the epitome of God’s Daughter. Nothing without him.

What no one see’s are the exact things they hide from everyone else. That being tears, addictions, or secrets.

The father said “Who told you were naked”. But the thing is, he saw you before and during. All there, to be there.

But if your mouth doesn't utter..?

You blind your eyes with your own hands..?

Lock yourself in a room you call a prison..?

God said come out.

God has seen you always.

In a room alone, I am everything

For Christ who lives inside me.

But the moment you don't believe

The moment you let yourself forget

The devil will make you feel as if nothing was ever there.

Its a lie

Don't let empty space

Fill your mind with crime cases

That God himself hasn't put against you.

Goodnight. • • • • • • 🫶✨ Hope you liked it. ✌️