the days blur
into nights
and i'm still
me
assuming position
wanting assurance
hoping for flattery
that rarely comes
the mirror has betrayed me
the once bright eyes
that stared back
have turned into
criticizing
judgemental
globes of hypocrisy
i harbor a dislike
i cradle a disgust
the love, built over years,
has crumbled down
after just one glance
into the
familiar.
an old woman finds it hard
to see beauty