Upon the glass, I fix my gaze,
A swirling storm of thoughts ablaze,
Reflections mixed, emotions soar,
A artwork of self, I can't ignore.

Sometimes I see a vibrant soul,
With strength and grace, I feel whole,
Confidence blooms, like flowers in spring,
I spread my wings and start to sing.

But then, a doubt creeps from the dark,
A nagging voice, a cruel remark,
Imperfections magnified, flaws arise,
I'm lost within those critical eyes.

In every curve and line I trace,
A battle wages for my embrace,...