In the quiet of the night, a whisper calls,
A voice that echoes through the silent halls.
It speaks of dreams and fears untold,
A story of self, both young and old.

Beneath the surface, a river flows,
Carrying the essence, where nobody knows.
Shadows and light in a dance so rare,
Reflecting the soul, laid open and bare.

The mirror reveals a face so strange,
Yet familiar too, within its range.
Eyes that sparkle with hidden fire,
A heart that beats with deep desire.

Embrace the flaws, the scars that mar,
They are the maps of who we are.
In self-discovery, find the key,
To unlock the door of true identity.