The mirror bends but won’t forgive,

It cuts me where I used to dream.

This body’s cage, I learn to live,

A ghost of silk behind the seam.

I paint my truth beneath the scars,

In colors no one else can see.

They call it strange, but here we are —

The soul inside still speaks through me.

I’m not your kind, I break the chart,

But beauty bleeds in different parts.

I shape my pain, a piece of art —

And still I shine, my diamond heart.

My voice is thin, my hands are cold,

Yet something soft still burns within.

A quiet strength the world won’t hold,

A gentle pulse under my skin.

I bloom in rust, I breathe in tears,

I build from ruin, year by year.

A quiet flame, a hidden mark —

The proof that I was always here.

I’m not your kind, I break the chart,

But beauty bleeds in different parts.

I shape my pain, a piece of art —

And still I shine, my diamond heart.

You can’t unmake the way I feel,

You can’t unlearn the light I steal.

If I’m a wound, I’m one that heals —

I’m still alive, I’m still for real.

I’m made of echoes, light, and harm,

A borrowed shape that hides the charm.

I found my truth where shadows part —

That’s where you’ll hear my diamond heart.