When I gazed within the mirror's frame,
I found myself shedding tears of shame,
Yet in that moment, strangely, I felt free,
Releasing troubles that once haunted me.

Opinions differ, they question my might,
Am I weak or merely choosing to fight?
I cry not for weakness but to release,
Life's fleeting troubles, like a moment's lease.

Do I weep because it matters so much to me?
Partly no, partly yes, it's complex, you see,
I shed tears to cleanse my...