Poetry for the Soul

Look Into the Mirror

Author's Note:

Warning! This might be a little depressing.

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I look into the mirror

Trying not to cry a river

Who do I see?

Oh it's just me

An everyday girl

Living in the world

Looking right back at me

I count to three

And then reopen my doe-brown eyes

Closer, I see my plain face

Not an ounce of grace

Sporting an upset frown

With a wish to turn that upside down

Everyday getting older

But not getting any bolder

Time flies too fast

Nothing good ever last

A year gone by

In the blink of an eye

Why is this my life?

What do I have to strive?

Just to be alive

I first have to survive

With things to prioritize

Sweet sixteen

Turning on seventeen

Onto the not-so-sweet eighteen

Time to get a job

Trying not to be a slob

I wake up in the morning

All the while yawning

Looking into the mirror

I scream bloody murder

The sheer horror

A bird nest for hair

Nothing proper to wear

A set of panda eyes

Time to improvise

It's 5:30 AM

Oh damn!

I'm going to be late

For a very important date!

A job interview

A piece of bread to chew

At this rate I might as well bid it adieu

Not my best suit

I hope that isn't soot

Failed the first

Not the worst

Failed the second

The third should be the one I reckon

You know what they say, 'Third time's the charm'

I agreed, 'What's the harm?'

Not true... Plenty of harm done

I sat on a chair, feeling quite stunned

I look into the mirror

Trying not to cry a river

Who do I see?

It's me

An unemployed woman in her 20s

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