Who am I?

Who am I when no one's watching, you ask? I am a shadow of my former self, A whisper in the void, unheard and unseen, A silhouette of sorrow and shattered dreams. In the solitude of unseen moments, I am the silent tears that fall, The weight of unspoken pain and loss, A hollow echo in the empty spaces, Longing for solace in forgotten places. When no eyes are upon me, I am alone, Trapped in the depths of my own sorrow, Lost in the labyrinth of unspoken fears, Yearning for the light that disappears. I am the raw and unfiltered truth, Stripped of the facade, left bare and bruised, Seeking solace in the darkness within, Longing for a glimmer of hope to begin. So in the hushed moments of unseen gaze, I am simply, painfully, unapologetically me.