What do you see when you look at me?
A tired, older woman with a few extra pounds,
Grey hair, fading looks and wrinkles abound.
It's difficult to look upon my likeness in the mirror,
The girl I think I used to be, vanished forever.
The girl with the grin and the twinkle in her eyes,
Has been replaced by what I see,
A tired, old and solemn woman, anxious, dull and shy.
How can I be beautiful?
When all I feel inside,
Is ugly, fat and pitiful, from this I cannot hide.
They say that beauty is a state of mind,
But my mind is in a state.
The person in the mirror is someone that I hate.
Take me back, let me press rewind to when my mind was whole.
I'll start again, i'll do things right and feel so beautiful.
Mrs Beaver 2018
- Author: MrsBeaver (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 14th, 2018 17:39
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 17
Comments1
were that we could all hit re-wind-much better than delete. very sad poem
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