In the shadowed corners of my heart,
A whisper tells of who I am,
A tale of dreams and silent wars,
Woven in the fabric of my soul.

Through the echoes of my past,
I seek the truth within the haze,
The mirror shows a thousand faces,
Yet only one reflects the light.

Beneath the layers of borrowed masks,
Lies the core of who I long to be,
A dance between the known and unknown,
In the quiet dance of self-discovery.

Embracing flaws, embracing grace,
I find myself in the gentle weave,
A tapestry of dreams and hopes,
In the endless sea of identity.