I stand before the mirror's gaze,
Lost in a silent, tangled maze,
I search for something I can't find,
A piece of me I've left behind.
My thoughts, they twist, they turn, they doubt,
Voices whisper, pushing out,
The confidence I wish I had,
A battle fought, a heart so sad.
I wonder if I'm good enough,
If I'll ever be as strong, as tough,
As those I see who seem so sure,
While I'm caught in a quiet war.
But deep inside, a flicker stays,
A tiny spark that lights my days,
I hold it close, I fan the flame,
Hoping I can find my name.
I'll take each day as it may come,
And though I feel so overcome,
I know that I am more than fear,
There's strength within, it's crystal clear.
So here I stand, though I may bend,
I'll learn to trust, I'll learn to mend,
For in this skin, I will belong,
And find my voice, and sing my song.
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