In the quiet corners of my restless mind,
Echoes of worthlessness softly play,
Whispers that bind the soul, unseen,
In a dance of shadows, I lose my way.

Beneath the weight of silent fears,
A heart that trembles in its silent plea,
Searching for light in the darkest night,
Longing for a glimpse of what could be.

The mirror reflects an unfamiliar face,
Eyes that veil the stories untold,
In the solitude of my own embrace,
The warmth of hope begins to grow cold.

Yet in the depths, a spark remains,
A silent promise in the whispering breeze,
To rise above and break these chains,
And find the strength to believe with ease.