American You

In the mirror, I catch my eye,  

A tired soul, a whispered sigh.  

Days feel heavy, doubts creep in,  

Wondering where I’ve been, where to begin.  

Am I enough? The question gnaws,  

In a world that seems to have strict laws.  

Scrolling through lives that look so bright,  

While I’m here, wrestling with the night.  

Layers of worry, masks I wear,  

Pretending strength, but do they care?  

I stumble, I fall, I sometimes break,  

Hoping for peace, for my own sake.  

But in the cracks, light seeps through,  

A reminder of the battles I’ve fought, too.  

Not every day is a shining win,  

Some days it feels like I’m drowning within.  

Yet still, I breathe, I wake each day,  

Learning to love this messy way.  

I’m not perfect, but neither is the sky,  

Clouds roll in, but they too pass by.  

So here I stand, raw and real,  

Embracing the weight, the wounds I feel.  

I am enough, with scars to show,  

A work in progress, learning to grow.