When no one is watching, I let my mask slip,
My depression and anxiety really take a grip.
In these moments, my mind begins to think,
Dishes, plates and forks fill up the sink.
Am I still good when there’s no eyes to see,
Or do I allow my soul and mind to pay the fee.
When I’m alone, I allow myself to cry,
To myself, I never have to lie.
When no one is watching, I begin to grow,
Facing my c...