In the mirrors of their gaze, I see a thousand faces
Each one a whisper, a nudge, a silent decree
To mold myself into a shape that pleases
Their eyes, their thoughts, their unspoken plea

The weight of their words, a burden on my soul
Like chains unseen, yet binding me tight
I dance to their tune, losing control
Of my own rhythm, my own light

In the crowd, I wear a mask so fine
Hiding the cracks, the fear within
Each smile, each nod, a silent sign
Of battles fought, yet never win

But in the quiet, where my true self lies
I find a strength, a spark to defy
To break free from the shadows, to rise
And let my own spirit touch the sky