In the mirror, a reflection fades,
Whispers of doubt in echoes play,
Cracks upon my soul, silent parades,
A heart in turmoil, night turns to day.
Beneath the surface lies a storm,
Waves of despair crash in silent cries,
The self I know, a ghostly form,
Lost in the shadows of my own disguise.
Every word a dagger, each thought a cage,
Building walls with bricks of shame,
Inward battles no one can gauge,
A solitary fight, a nameless flame.
Yet even in darkness, hope finds a way,
Through cracks where light begins to seep,
Embrace the scars, let love stay,
Awake from the depths of this self-made sleep.