She walks in shadows, soft and unseen,
A fragile soul, caught in between.
The mirror whispers lies she’s learned to believe,
A world of standards she cannot achieve.

She craves the light, the eyes, the praise,
Yet feels unworthy in its gaze.
She kneels before the sculptor’s hand,
Begging to be shaped, to be remade.

But beneath the surface, her heart still cries,
Aching for love she tries to disguise.
She paints her face, she hides her scars,
A masterpiece built on broken parts.

Yet here’s the truth, if she could hear:
You are enough, just as you appear.
No chisel, no mask, no borrowed grace—
Your beauty lies in your sacred space.

The world may judge, may twist, may tear,
But you, dear one, are already fair.
Let its heart change, let its eyes see—
You are the art you’re meant to be.

—T.A.

Inspired by the song ‘Scars to Your Beautiful’ by Alessia Cara.