Mirror Image

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Has been replaced by what I see,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