I look in the mirror, but I don’t see light,
only edges and flaws that never feel right.
A stranger stares back, hollow and worn,
a version of me, weathered and torn.

I'm wrapped in shadows I cannot shake,
each breath, each move, another mistake.
No matter the path, it’s crooked, unclear,
each choice I make draws someone near—

near enough to see too deep,
the scars I bury, the secrets I keep.
It’s hard to love when I barely exist,
a voice in the dark, a half-closed fist.

I try to be whole, to breathe, to stand,
but my words turn to dust before they land.
I’m scared of my skin, my thoughts, my name,
of wanting love but drowning in shame.

Every step feels one step wrong,
a broken note in someone else’s song.
I’m lost in myself, tangled and tied,
a shadow trying so hard to hide.

Is there something in me worth holding tight?
A sliver of hope, a crack of light?
Or am I just fading, day by day,
afraid to be seen, yet too scared to stay?