In the silence of my mind’s echo,
A war of whispers wages on,
Each flaw a soldier in the ranks,
Marching to a melody of scorn.

The mirror tells a tale of sorrow,
A twisted truth I can’t escape,
Its glass becomes a canvas,
Where self-doubt paints my fate.

Beneath the weight of whispered lies,
A heart battles with its own disdain,
Seeking solace in the night,
Yet haunted by the dawn’s cruel light.

But in this storm of self-rejection,
A quiet strength begins to rise,
For even shadows hold a promise,
Of light that waits beyond the skies.