TW: loss, unfulfilled dreams, existential reflection, emotional pain, personal struggle
(When your true self is lost to the whims of others, And all that's left is a form bent by their will, Gazing into the mirror becomes a torment, For who are you, truly, in that reflected still?
The face that stares back is a stranger's guise, A phantom sculpted by external desires. Is it even you who meets your own eyes, Or merely a shadow of what once transpired?)
A big part of who I am is who I'm not,
A shadow cast by dreams that time forgot.
In the echo of silence, where hopes once clung,
Lies the memory of songs I never sung.
In the mirror's glass, a stranger I see,
A fragment of the self that will never be.
The roads untaken, paths left behind,
Whisper of the love I couldn't find.
The nights grow longer, stars lose their light,
In the absence of the battles I did not fight.
I am shaped by the voids, the empty space,
The hollowed-out heart, the tear-streaked face.
Years are etched in the silence I've kept,
In the tears that fell and the dreams that slept.
The pages of a book that will never turn,
The flicker of the flame that will never burn.
I am the echo of a life unsaid,
The fragments of the choices I never made.
In the shadows where my fears reside,
Live the dreams and hopes that I've denied.
The "what ifs" linger in the cold night air,
A chilling reminder of the dreams that weren't there.
I walk through the corridors of lost years,
Haunted by the visions that never appeared.
Each step I take is a step from the past,
In the world of "could have been," forever cast.
In every breath, in every fleeting glance,
I feel the weight of a life left to chance.
For in the ghost of what might have been,
Lie the fragments of a soul, lost within.
A big part of who I am is who I'm not,
A tale of yearning in a life forgot.
And as I stand on the edge of time's cruel jest,
I ponder the dreams that will never find rest.
For I am defined by the shadows I bear,
The echoes of a self that's no longer there.
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