Whispers of the Soul

Personality Disorder

The Mirror Lies

In the dim glow of the morning light,
I stand before the glass, searching for sight.
But the reflection that greets me feels distant, obscure,
A warping of self that I cannot endure.

Some days, I'm a tempest, a whirlwind of sound,
Emotions erupting, spinning me round.
I'm too much—too loud, too bright, too alive,
Craving validation, a desperate drive.

Yet on other days, I'm a whisper, a shade,
A shadow in silence, where colors fade.
I'm nothing at all, just a ghost in a frame,
Longing for substance, yet feeling the shame.

The mirror's a trickster, it plays with my mind,
It shows me the pieces, the broken, the blind.
I reach for the edges, but they slip through my hands,
A jigsaw of self that no one understands.

I see a façade, a mask worn too tight,
A smile like armor, concealing the fight.
Yet inside, the chaos, a cacophony churns,
Yearning for balance, for calm that returns.

Why can't I be whole? Why can't I just see
The beauty in fragments, the truth set me free?
Instead, I'm a canvas of fractured design,
Where colors collide, and the lines intertwine.

Some mornings, I rise with the weight of the world,
Feeling too much, my emotions unfurled.
But then comes the night, and the stillness, the void,
Where nothing feels real, and I'm left feeling toyed.

The mirror betrays me, it twists and it turns,
Reflecting the chaos, the lessons unlearned.
It whispers of doubts, of worth not enough,
A narrative woven with threads that are rough.

But deep within shadows, a flicker remains,
A glimmer of hope amidst all the chains.
For though I am fractured, a mosaic of scars,
I'll learn to embrace all my battles, my wars.

So here in this moment, I'll stand and declare,
That the mirror's a liar, a trickster laid bare.
I am not just my echoes, my doubts, or my fears,
I'm a symphony played through the laughter and tears.

With each passing day, I'll gather the light,
A tapestry woven from darkness to bright.
And though I may falter, I'll rise with each try,
For the truth of my being is more than a lie.