The mirror shows a face estranged,…

The mirror shows a face estranged,
By passing years, and truths unchanged.
A stranger's gaze, a hollow stare,
A burden that I cannot share.
The world a stage, with players bold,
Their stories sung, their triumphs told.
But I, a ghost, upon the side,
With nowhere left for me to hide.
Yet, in this void, a gentle breeze,
A whisper carried through the trees.
It speaks of solace, freely given,
A soul to soul, a taste of heaven.
For in our weakness, we are strong,
When united, we can belong.