Who are you, really, when the curtains close, When the day dims and your layers unfold? When the only voice left is the one inside your head, What truths do they speak, the ones your lips have left unsaid?

Do they whisper things you refuse to know, Words tangled in the spaces where your fears grow? When the city’s roar fades, and silence is all that remains, Do you rush to fill the quiet, or let it echo like rain?

Do you seek out creation at the end of the day, Or let the hours slip through fingers in a familiar way? When your favorite song plays and no one's around, Do you dance like no one's watching, feel the rhythm unbound?

Does the music unlock memories you’ve tried to ignore, Echoes of moments, thoughts you can’t quite restore? Who are you beneath the image you display, Apart from the reputation you carefully array?

When you close your eyes, what dreams take flight? Do you credit your journey, the battles you’ve fought with might? Are you the one saving or waiting to be saved, Or both, in a dance with the roles you’ve engraved?

And when you need help, why does the answer turn “no”? What is it you’re hiding, what don’t you want to show? In the reflection of the steps you've taken so far, Do you recognize yourself—do you know who you are?

Who are you, really, when no one else can see? When it’s just you, your thoughts and your silent you!!

So, who are you really, when all the noise is gone? When the layers are stripped bare and the masks fall away, can you face the truth of who stands beneath it all? Do you find peace in that quiet space, or do you still search for answers that slip through your grasp like smoke? Perhaps the journey is not in knowing for sure, but in the constant unfolding—allowing yourself to evolve, to be raw, to be real. And in those rare, fleeting moments of clarity, maybe you glimpse the person you've always been, waiting to be seen. Peace✌️