In the mirror of time, I seek my face,
Shadows dance, revealing every trace.
Each line a story, each scar a song,
In the silence, I find where I belong.

Beneath the facade, a heart beats strong,
Echoes of dreams both right and wrong.
The whispers of past, a guiding light,
In darkness, I emerge, taking flight.

Threads of history woven so tight,
Colors of life in black and white.
In the tapestry of life, I weave,
The essence of self, I learn to believe.

Identity unfurls, like petals in bloom,
In the quiet of night, dispelling the gloom.
With every breath, a new story begins,
Embracing the journey, where identity spins.