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.