In the mirror, I see a face so clear,
Reflecting dreams that seem sincere,
Yet beneath the surface, shadows play,
Echoes of a heart led astray.

Hands that grasp for more and more,
Blind to what they held before,
A soul entrapped in endless chase,
Leaving love without a trace.

Whispers of regret linger near,
Remnants of what I once held dear,
In pursuit of selfish gain,
I’ve traded joy for constant pain.

Now I stand, a lonely isle,
Drowning in my own exile,
Yearning for a touch so kind,
Lost within my selfish mind.