In the mirror, I see reflections of time,
A mosaic of moments, both dark and sublime.
The faces I wore, the voices I tried,
All pieces of me that I cannot hide.
Through the whispers of past, I hear my own name,
A melody unique, yet always the same.
The stories Iâve lived, the dreams Iâve pursued,
Shape the person I am, in every hue.
In the silence of night, I find my own voice,
A symphony of thoughts, a conscious choice.
To embrace the shadows, to welcome the light,
To be who I am, with all my might.
So here I stand, a canvas of identity,
Painted by love, by struggle, by serenity.
Each stroke a testament, each color a truth,
This is my essence, my eternal youth.