Mirror, mirror on the wall
What has happened to the woman I used to see
What happened to the woman I used to be
Laughter seems a thing of the past
I try for patience
God help me, I am trying to outlast
This stretch of worry
Lines drawn through my forehead
Tears swallowed down
I can't help thinking
It was never like this before
I used to be the young one
Competent, supporting those around me
Who were down
Now where is my mirror
What has happened to me
I certainly don't feel the same
I am not the woman I want to be
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