Unforgiving Sight

In the mirror's gaze, she meets her own, A stranger's face, with features unknown. Eyes once bright, now hollow and thin, Haunted by the specter of what has been.

She traces the lines upon her skin, A roadmap of battles she cannot win. Bones protrude where flesh once thrived, A testament to the demons contrived.

Her reflection, a distorted view, A shattered image, painfully true. She longs to reclaim what's been lost, To break free from this relentless cost.

But the mirror tells a different tale, Of scars and bruises, a heart so frail. She cannot recognize the girl within, Lost in the shadows of her own sin.

Each day, she fights a silent war, With whispers of doubt, forevermore. Her body, a battleground of strife, A constant reminder of her fragile life.

Yet in the depths of her despair, A glimmer of hope, fragile and rare. For within her lies the strength to fight, To reclaim her worth, in the darkest night.

Though the mirror may distort her view, She'll find her reflection, strong and true. For she's more than the scars that mar her skin, A survivor, in spite of the pain within