In the mirror’s silent gaze, I seek
A reflection not of face, but soul,
Through the mist of doubt, I peek,
Yearning for my essence whole.

Beneath the masks I wear each day,
Lies a heart that beats unique,
Struggling through the world’s array,
To find the voice that dares to speak.

Shadows of the past may linger,
Whispering tales of who I was,
But my spirit grows stronger,
Unveiling truth without a pause.

In the journey of becoming,
I embrace each flaw and grace,
For in the dance of self-discovery,
I find my rightful place.