What The Mirror Never Knew
What the Mirror Never Knew
The pain was never about attention.
It was about silence
that grew too loud
inside my head.
It was standing in a crowded room
and still feeling invisible.
It was carrying storms
in a body too tired
to keep pretending sunshine.
I wanted release,
not destruction.
I wanted the ache inside me
to have a shape,
a name,
something I could finally understand.
But pain has a way
of asking for more
while giving nothing back.
And the mirror never knew
how hard I fought
to survive myself
on the nights
nobody checked in.
Still, somewhere beneath the hurt,
there is a version of me
learning that healing
does not make me weak.
A version of me
slowly believing
I deserve gentleness too.
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