In the mirror, a face stares back,
Eyes tracing every line, every crack,
A quest for flawlessness, a distant dream,
Perfection’s shadow, a silent scream.

Each day a battle, each step precise,
A dance on the edge of a knife,
Seeking the unattainable, a star out of reach,
In the endless pursuit, what do we teach?

In the stillness of night, doubts arise,
The heart whispers truths the mind denies,
Imperfections are what make us whole,
A mosaic of struggles, passions, and soul.

So let go of the chains that bind,
Embrace the flaws, be gentle, be kind,
For in the cracks, the light filters through,
Revealing a beauty that’s uniquely you.