I stood in front of her, filled with disgust.
What happened to her I wondered.
Her face was old for such a young woman.
It was sad, regardless of the fake smile she wore.
Her eyes were empty and void of hope.
There was darkness where the light should be.
Her shoulders were visibly slumped.
Like she was too tired to try or perhaps just didn't care.
I pitied her.
No. It was more than that.
I hated her.
Who we are and what our life becomes is up to us.
Why had she chosen to be the victim of her own story?
How pathetic.
I was tired of this girl, she made me depressed.
I started to walk away, and then I remembered.
She wasn't always like that.
When did her life change?
What made her this way?
Why hadn't she noticed?
I turned off the faucet and put my toothbrush back in the drawer.
But before I stepped away from the mirror I said goodbye to that girl.
Because it would be the last time I ever saw her.
2 comments:
I often feel old too!
No more slouching!
I think you did a great job writing that little poem, even though it makes me sad.
Some days are harder than others. The trick is to figure out how to make them all worthwhile.
Feel better, Sarah!
Dude, why haven't we met for lunch???
I LOVE who you are!! Never forget the selfless acts of service you do everyday!! The love you show for others, family, neighbors, friends or even strangers!!! You are an amazing girl, I think you are one of a kind and hopefully that girl in the mirror realizes how important she is to me!!!! You have changed the lives of many!! Mine included! Thank you for being who you are!!!!
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