I look in the mirror,

And I see

A girl of the age fifty

With worry creasing her brow

I see

Eyes of loneliness

Screaming for someone


To Care

Nothing more

I look at her skin

Drained of its youth

Gone by the wind

Where was her happiness?

Nobody knows

Nobody cares.

Is she really a girl?

Why her?

Why anybody?

I look in the mirror

I see,