In the mirror’s cold, reflective gaze,
Lies a world of shadows, dark and deep,
Where whispers of doubt weave a maze,
In the silence where lonely spirits weep.

Each scar is a verse, a story untold,
Etched in the skin, a testament of shame,
In the heart’s fragile fortress, behold,
The battle of self-love, a flickering flame.

Beneath the weight of expectations vast,
A soul bears chains of judgment unkind,
In the quiet corners of the past,
Echoes of self-hate, a haunting bind.

Yet, amidst the storm, a voice gently stirs,
A whisper of hope, tender and bright,
In the heart’s chamber, a courage unfurls,
To embrace the shadows, step into the light.