In the mirror’s silent gaze, a quest unfolds,
Seeking flawlessness, a story untold.
Eyes trace lines, imagined or real,
In pursuit of dreams, impossible to feel.

Whispers of doubt in the quiet night,
Perfection’s shadow dims the light.
Chasing echoes of a distant star,
Never content with who we are.

A tapestry woven with threads of gold,
Yet the heart remains cold, untold.
In each polished surface, reflection lies,
But perfection’s promise belies.

Release the grip of this endless strive,
Find beauty in the scars that thrive.
For in imperfection, true beauty blooms,
In the embrace of life’s varied rooms.