In the mirror, I see a face,
Reflecting dreams that fade away,
Shadows of doubt, they interlace,
As night consumes the light of day.

I reach for stars beyond my grasp,
Yet fall short in this endless race,
Clinging to hope within my clasp,
But always feeling out of place.

The whispers tell me I’m not enough,
A silent scream that haunts my mind,
In every task, in every rough,
Perfection’s ghost is what I find.

Still, I rise with trembling heart,
Though burdens heavy, spirits low,
For in this struggle lies my art,
A journey where my courage grows.