In the quiet corners of the mind, Where shadows of doubt often bind, There lies a battle, fierce and long, Between the notes of right and wrong.

Self-esteem, not just a word, but a song, A melody to which we all belong. Yet, sometimes it falters, grows weak, In the face of the critiques we seek.

The mirror reflects, not just a face, But years of longing, a search for place. Each scar, each line, each imperfection, Becomes a question, a skewed reflection.

Yet, beneath the surface, deeper still, Lies a strength, an indomitable will. For worth isn't measured by others' gaze, But by inner fires, our soul's blaze.

In the heart of the storm, remember this, You are more than fleeting moments of bliss. More than failures, more than esteem, You are the dreamer, and the dream.

So, when the world feels cold and vast, Hold onto the truths of your past. For self-worth, like a river, flows deep, In its waters, your essence, you keep.