What's this that I see?
This reflection looking back at me?

Such features— I fail to recognize;
Fats on some areas,
darker dry skin with pimples decorating her face like Christmas trees full of ornaments,
hair's all over the place.
What a mess, so depressed!
Who is this girl that stares?

Gazing at me...
deeper than the abyss— such eyes that saw a lot in half her lifetime,
Rosemary and thyme,
Herbs that cures...
Will they be enough to heal a wounded soul?

Truth be told;
She knew she gave her all,
Though, the best she can..
never worth anything at all...!

I look deeper still to that image that bothered me so,
She shivered as the wind grazed her skin,
Some muscles are lean but she's weak within.
Oh! How I wish anyone would just hold her when it gets cold.
Storms they come and go,
But will it be nice to have someone to just love you so?

As tears stream down her cheeks,
It made me feel weak,
As the hot liquid flowed like waterfalls on my skin...
I realize the reflection is mine.
The one changed by world and time.

Pool of tears...
Shadows of fears,
Mixed emotions— all of these I see;
as I watch my own reflection gets blurry.