Alone With Myself

In the quiet of the room,

I meet my own reflection,

Layers of thoughts unspoken,

Echoes only I can hear.

No voices to break the silence,

No eyes to pull me away—

Just the steady rhythm of breathing,

And the weight of who I am.

Here, with no one watching,

I drift through my hidden places,

And find the parts of me

I thought I had lost.