In the mirror, I see a stranger,
Eyes that search for worth in vain,
Whispers echoing tales of anger,
A heart burdened by its own pain.
Shadows stretch across the daylight,
Painting lies upon my soul,
In silence, I fight an endless night,
Yearning for a moment whole.
The scars unseen, yet deeply felt,
A canvas marred by doubt and fear,
Words of self-hate, like daggers dealt,
Longing for a voice to hear.
Yet beneath this storm, a flicker burns,
A quiet hope that seeks to mend,
As I strive for peace, my spirit learns,
To embrace the light, and slowly transcend.