Self hate

A World Without Mirrors

So ugly, unworthy, unseen, I wear these words like second skin. Unapproved, unloved, I break, A quiet sorrow I cannot shake.

My head hangs low beneath the sky, A fragile soul too scared to try. The mirror, cruel, its silence loud, A stranger stares—a face disavowed.

Why does my truth feel out of place? Why does my heart feel so displaced? No matter how I twist, conform, I’m always less, never the norm.

I give my worth to others’ gaze, A fleeting value, a passing phase. And when I’m nothing in their sight, What purpose keeps me here each night?

Would it be easier to let it go, To feel nothing, to never know The ache of hope, the weight of dreams— To drown in life’s unyielding streams?

But still, beneath the noise and pain, A quiet voice calls out my name. A fragile flame, a whispered plea, To learn to love what’s left of me.