In the mirror’s cold embrace I see,
A broken image staring back at me.
The flaws and cracks that mar my face,
A silent witness to my disgrace.

Each day I wear a mask so thin,
To hide the loathing deep within.
The whispers echo in my mind,
Reminding me of faults they find.

Shadows dance on dreams once bright,
Drowning hope in endless night.
A prisoner of my own disdain,
Bound by chains of silent pain.

Yet somewhere in this dark abyss,
Lies a spark of fleeting bliss.
A distant voice that softly pleads,
To mend the heart that slowly bleeds.