In the stillness of the night, I confront the mirrorâs gaze,
A reflection of doubts, where shadows endlessly chase,
The whispers of failure, they echo in my mind,
In this silent battle, solace is hard to find.
The weight of self-hate, it anchors to my core,
Each day a struggle, to find something more,
The scars of past mistakes, they haunt my every thought,
In this realm of sorrow, happiness is seldom sought.
The voices grow louder, a cacophony of disdain,
A relentless storm, a never-ending rain,
In this dark abyss, I lose my sense of worth,
Searching for the light, in this forsaken earth.
Yet within this darkness, a flicker still remains,
A glimmer of hope, amidst the relentless pains,
For even in self-hate, a yearning heart can see,
The possibility of love, the chance to be free.