In the quiet of the night, shadows creep and linger,
Whispers of doubt, like daggers, pierce deeper.
A mirror reflects a visage marred by disdain,
A heart weighed down by an unspoken pain.

Eyes that once sparkled now bear a heavy gloom,
A soul ensnared in a self-inflicted tomb.
The echoes of failure, they resonate loud,
Drowning in a sea of an unforgiving crowd.

Every flaw magnified, a relentless critic within,
The battle rages on, a war that none can win.
Hope feels distant, a light that’s hard to find,
Lost in the labyrinth of a tormented mind.

Yet, in the darkness, a flicker of grace,
A reminder that even the broken find their place.
For self-love is a journey, a path to reclaim,
From the ashes of despair, we rise again.