We either have a monster or a self-conscious being in us,

One in public we never discuss,

Hidden behind a thin curtain,

To truly know if someone is two-faced to you is uncertain.

When alone, someone’s likes could fully show themselves,

Leaving their fake personality masks high on shelves,

In solitude, there’s no fear of not fitting in or tyrannizing,

So they happily rest with the power of their true interests arising.

Another person could be secretly spreading evil,

From acting immoral to participating in something downright illegal,

They’ll be wrongful and not have a single care,

Because there is no eyes pestering them anywhere.

It’s difficult to be completely sure,

Of how many lies that you have ever had to endure,

It’s difficult to unveil one’s true nature,

Even though it’s possible, it would take a lot of labor.

We either have a monster or a self-conscious being in us,

One in public we never discuss,

But I wonder what hidden essence in you can’t be seen,

You’re either awkward or sinister and there’s no in between.