In the mirror, I see a face,
Shadowed by the darkened grace,
A tale of whispers, silent screams,
Lost in the maze of broken dreams.

The heart that beats, yet feels so cold,
A story of worth, left untold,
Echoes of doubt, they haunt the night,
In the depths of an internal fight.

The world outside seems bright and fair,
While inside, despair lays bare,
Chains of self-loathing, hard to break,
A soul that’s yearning, wide awake.

Yet in the dark, a spark remains,
A hope that whispers through the pains,
For every storm, a dawn will rise,
To heal the wounds, and clear the skies.