Who are we when no one’s watching?

Are we our true selves, or

Do we continue acting?

Who are we when no one’s watching?

Do we take the mask off, or

We just continue faking?

Do we let our guards down,

Do we sit back and frown,

Do we allow ourselves to breakdown?

Do we still strive for perfection,

Do we still seek for validation,

Or do we just sit in reflection?

What happens behind the scenes?

Do we reveal wounds, scars and sins?

Who are we when no one’s watching