In the mirror, shadows dance
A silhouette of lost romance
Each curve is a tale, a whispered sigh
Yet in my heart, the echoes cry
Once I roamed with spirit high
Embrace the world, let laughter fly
But whispers grew, and doubts took hold
A story of regret, silently told
I wore my skin like woven grace
Yet I found myself in an endless race
Chasing dreams that slipped away
In a world that judged my body’s sway
At times I felt the weight of shame
As if my worth was just a name
Yet in this form, a fire burns bright
A heart that longs to take flight
Regret may cloud the path I tread
But still, I rise, though filled with dread
For beauty's not a size or shape
It's the strength within that helps us escape
So here I stand, with scars and pride
Embracing all that’s deep inside
Though moments ache with what could be
I’ll find my voice, set my spirit free
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Specially written for anyone who is not only struggling with schizophrenia or bipolar disorder, but also the person with overweight and being downgraded by social.
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