In the silence of the night, the mirror whispers low,
Echoes of disdain, a heart sinking slow.
Shadows cast a veil, over a soul so frail,
Self-hate lurks within, a relentless gale.
Eyes that once sparkled, now dull and dim,
A visage marked by scars, reflections so grim.
The weight of loathing, a burden hard to bear,
In every glance, a whisper of despair.
Words unspoken, yet they scream inside,
A battle unseen, where shadows reside.
The mirror’s gaze, unkind and cold,
A tale of self-hate, silently told.
Yet in the darkest corners, a flicker of light,
A hope that whispers, “hold on tight.”
For within the depths, a strength unseen,
The journey to self-love, a path serene.