In the mirror’s gaze, I see the cracks,
Chasing shadows, fears attack,
A flawless image, never quite attained,
In endless cycles, I remain chained.

The quest for perfect, a ruthless race,
Each misstep, an unforgiven trace,
Seeking approval, a hollow quest,
Never finding a moment of rest.

A mask of smiles, hiding the strain,
Behind the facade, enduring pain,
The heart yearns for a break, a reprieve,
But perfection’s grip, it won’t relieve.

In the stillness, a whisper’s plea,
To embrace the flaws, to set me free,
Perfection’s chains, I must let go,
To find the beauty in life’s true flow.