I found this poem (author unknown) sometime ago

In shadows cast by whispers’ cruel light, A woman grapples with her inner fight, Insecurities, they gnaw and claw within, Unseen battles waged beneath her skin.

She gazes in the mirror, questioning her worth, Feeling like an outsider since her birth, A prisoner of doubt, held by chains obscure, Seeking to escape this torment insecure.

Her eyes, once bright with dreams and hopes so high, Now clouded by the shadows of a wounded sky, She hears the voices of judgment, sharp and cold, Their biting words embed deep in her soul.

The voices are so loud she sure they are right. Try as much as she can she can’t shut them out.