In the stillness of the night, I lie awake,
Whispers of doubt, like shadows, take,
Questions swirl in the depths of my mind,
What's wrong with me?—the answer I can't find.

The clock ticks softly, each second a weight,
In the silence, I ponder my fate.
Mirrors of memories flicker and fade,
Am I enough? in this masquerade.

I chase the specters...