In the quiet corners of the mind,
Where shadows softly tread,
A whisper echoes, undefined,
Insecurities left unsaid.

They creep like tendrils through the night,
Wrapping tightly ’round the soul,
Casting doubt on every light,
Making broken feel like whole.

Mirrors show a fractured view,
Reflections warped and dim,
The self we seek, we misconstrue,
As confidence grows thin.

Yet still within, a voice can rise,
To break the silent shame,
Embrace the flaws, the lows and highs,
And find strength in our name.