A Very Badly Written Poem!

When the shadows depart,
Where are our hearts?
When insecurity dies,
Who are we inside?

Stronger,
Braver
No longer afraid
Of what people think.
Living life
To the fullest

Or

Weaker,
Cowardly
False bravado gone.
Quiet minds become
More aware
Of the hurt inside others.

So who are you,
Stripped of your false
Covers?
Naked to the world
Your true self shines
Or dims.