In the mirror’s cold, unyielding stare,
Reflections of what I wish were there.
Lines of imperfection, etched in time,
Whispers of a soul not worth the climb.

Beneath the weight of others’ eyes,
I feel the burden of their silent cries.
Shadows of my failures, haunting me,
In the depths of night, where no one sees.

Dreams deferred, and hopes turned gray,
Lost in the dawn of another day.
Searching for a light that never glows,
In a garden where nothing grows.

Yet in this quiet desolation, I find,
A flicker of strength, within my mind.
For in the darkest nights, stars still shine,
A reminder that this struggle, too, is mine.