In the mirror’s harsh reflection,
I see the world’s cruel inspection,
Whispers of judgment, echoes of shame,
Stripping away my sense of name.

Words like daggers pierce my skin,
Unseen battles fought within,
The scars they leave, though not in sight,
Burn deep and haunt me every night.

Yet in the shadows, strength does grow,
A silent power, a gentle glow,
Embracing flaws, I start to see,
My worth is more than what they decree.

So to the voices, harsh and cold,
I stand up strong, my story told,
For I am more than just my frame,
A soul unbroken, free from shame.