I try to see myself clearly,
but the mirror fogs with doubt,
my mind reshaping every curve,
every line,
into something cruel.
I trace the parts I hate
until they feel permanent,
like scars no one else can see.
People tell me I’m fine,
I’m beautiful,
I’m enough—
but their voices
never reach the places
where my thoughts whisper louder.
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Author:
Lyss Nicole (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sorry, I haven't written a poem in a hot minute, you guys!! I've been busy with school, but since the second semester is here, I'll make sure to make some more. Hope everyone is doing great, and I appreciate all the love from y'all always.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Self doubt creeps in and remains held within. What others say makes no difference. A sad but all to true write. Well done
Thank you, I appreciate it.
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