In the mirror, reflections twist and turn,
A shadow of a soul that used to burn,
The whispered lies, the cruel disguise,
In the depths of darkness, a heart learns to yearn.

The petals fall from roses once so bright,
Under the weight of endless night,
Each compliment a poisoned dart,
Each embrace a grip so tight.

The mask you wore, so finely crafted,
Hid the monster, cold and callous,
With every word, with every scar,
Built a prison, unseen, but not so far.

Yet in the rubble of a broken heart,
Sparks of hope begin to start,
A journey long, a battle fierce,
To reclaim the soul, to heal, to pierce.