In the quiet corners of my mind,
Where shadows play and secrets find,
A mirror held to my own face,
Reveals the truths I must embrace.

Through trials, tears, and silent fears,
I walk the path of countless years,
Seeking solace in the night,
And chasing dreams that feel so right.

The whispers of my heart unfold,
Stories of the brave and bold,
A tapestry of joy and pain,
Woven with threads of sun and rain.

So here I stand, a canvas bare,
With colors rich and strokes so rare,
Painting life with every breath,
Until the final dance with death.