In the quiet corners of a restless mind,
A battle wages, unseen, undefined.
Whispers echo of what should be,
A silent war with identity.

The mirror tells a distorted tale,
A reflection skewed, a voice so frail.
Chasing shadows of what they deem right,
Day turns to night in a ceaseless fight.

Hunger masked by a hollow smile,
Counting moments mile by mile.
A heart that yearns for peace and grace,
Yet trapped within this fragile space.

Hope flickers softly, a distant star,
Guiding the lost from worlds afar.
Embrace the dawn with gentle hands,
And find the strength to take a stand.