In the quiet corners of my mind, whispers softly tread,
Echoes of inadequacy, where self-doubt is bred.
Each shadowed thought, a reminder so clear,
That the mirror reflects not what I wish to appear.
Dreams woven in silk, yet torn at the seams,
A tapestry unraveling, drowning in silent screams.
Caught in the web of expectations’ cruel embrace,
I chase a horizon where I never find my place.
The stars above, they mock with their distant glow,
As I stumble through paths, where I fear to go.
Each step a question, unanswered and cold,
In a world where perfection is the only mold.
Yet within this storm, a whisper of strength remains,
A flicker of hope, amidst the relentless rains.
For in the depths of not being enough, I seek,
The courage to stand, though my heart feels weak.