In the mirror’s gaze, shadows dance,
A silent whisper, a fleeting glance.
The hunger for control, a binding chain,
In the search for perfection, only pain.

Beneath the surface, a battle unseen,
Between the lies and what has been.
A tapestry woven with threads of fear,
In every reflection, a silent tear.

The weight of whispers in the mind,
A relentless echo, cruel and unkind.
Yet within the depths, a spark of grace,
Yearning to find its rightful place.

In healing’s embrace, a gentle dawn,
The strength to rise, to be reborn.
Through shadows and light, the heart will steer,
Toward a path where hope draws near.