Poetry

Staring In The Mirror

caught myself staring in the mirror for a little too long.

i thought I was strong until I saw my face

No, it’s not because of disgrace

You see, I love my face

But I digress…

I guess I despise

The wrinkles growing

leaving trace

of experience

maybe you’ll take me serious

Or so I wonder…

Or so I realized when I caught myself staring in the mirror

Feeling like a winner

and a miserable mistake.

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