In mirrored glass, where truth distorts,
I see the shards of harsh retorts.
Each comment cuts, a dagger's edge,
And confidence stands on a ledge.
Once whole and bright, my image clear,
Now fractured by the words I hear.
A symphony of doubt and pain,
Reflects a self I can’t sustain.
The world’s harsh gaze, a judging eye,
It whispers lies, and dreams defy.
In every shard, a wound appears,
A testament to all my fears.
I gather fragments, piece by piece,
To find a semblance of release.
Yet every flaw, each crack revealed,
Shows wounds that time has not yet healed.
In silent nights, I face the pain,
And wonder if I’ll rise again.
Can shattered hearts and broken dreams,
Be mended by life’s gentle streams?
Yet in the depths, a flicker gleams,
A spark of hope in darkest dreams.
For even shattered glass can shine,
Reflecting light, a new design.
So let the world’s harsh words descend,
I'll find the strength to comprehend.
In shattered reflections, I’ll reclaim,
A self reborn, beyond the shame.
