In the silence of a midnight room,
Where shadows creep and secrets loom,
A self-reflection, harshly lit,
Reveals a soul in pieces split.

The mirror speaks in whispered tones,
Of failures carved in fragile bones,
A heart that aches with silent cries,
In every tear, the truth belies.

Beneath the weight of whispered shame,
A constant shadow calls my name,
In the reflection, I see the scars,
A reminder of all that mars.

Yet in this space, a seed does grow,
A hope that someday light will show,
In self-acceptance, find release,
And in the shadows, find my peace.