In the quiet whispers of my mind,Echoes of self-doubt softly chime,A shadowed dance beneath my skin,Where love for self cannot begin.Gazing into a shattered mirror,Fragments of a soul unclear,Each piece a story of disdain,In this quiet, endless rain.Words unspoken, left to fade,In the corners of my mind, theyâve stayed,Building walls of silent shame,A faceless ghost I cannot name.Yet in the darkness, a flicker of light,Whispers hope into the night,A gentle call to heal and mend,The journey to self-love, to transcend.