In the mirror, reflections lie,Echoes of a heart that silently cries.Underneath the mask, a soul concealed,In whispered shadows, truths revealed.Promises woven like golden thread,Yet beneath the surface, dreams lie dead.A dance of words, so sweet, so cruel,A symphony where love’s a tool.In the quiet, screams unheard,A tapestry of broken words.Bound by chains of silent grief,In the mirror, seeking relief.Yet the dawn breaks with gentle grace,Hope ignites in the darkest place.In the silence, strength is found,Healing whispers all around.