In the silent echoes of the night,
Where doubts and shadows softly creep,
I wander through the endless fight,
In dreams that haunt the soul so deep.

A mirror holds the stories untold,
Reflecting flaws I wish to hide,
In whispered fears, my heart grows cold,
As waves of doubt and fear collide.

Beneath the mask, a fragile soul,
Yearning for the light of day,
To find the strength to feel whole,
And chase the shadows far away.

Yet in this struggle, hope remains,
A gentle flame that softly glows,
Through imperfections, love sustains,
And in its warmth, true courage grows.