Who are we when no one is watching?

Christmas's cheeks are wet.

His hands shake;

his eyes leak.

His mind's a mess;

his face is weak.

Outside is home;

inside is bleak.

The sun has already set.

We are vulnerable.

Who are we when no one is watching?

Cornflower clings to the fabric.

Though faded, it

still has his smell.

The more he gave,

the harder she fell.

Where this will go,

only time can tell;

She's ready to unleash havoc.

We are unmasked.

Who are we when no one is watching?

Artist whispers a swear.

She flips you off;

she takes a sip:

so bitter - can't finish

more than a drip.

She's wiping off her moistened lip.

The guilt is too much to bear.

We are monsters.

Who are we when no one is watching?

Myself, I sing along.

No need to be quiet:

there's no one to hear.

My voice cracks -

no judgement to fear.

Out the window

I constantly peer,

ready to stop the song.

We are talented.