In the quiet corners of the mind, they creep,
Whispers of doubt that never sleep.
Shadows dance in the dimmest light,
Turning day into endless night.
They speak of flaws, both great and small,
Building walls that seem so tall.
A mirror’s reflection, a cruel deceit,
A face that feels incomplete.
The heart beats heavy with silent fears,
Eyes blurred by unshed tears.
Insecurities, like ghosts, they cling,
Silencing the voice that longs to sing.
Yet within the storm, a spark remains,
A strength unbroken by life’s chains.
For every doubt that shadows cast,
Lies a truth that shall outlast.