Scattered thoughts
Confusion about choices to be made
A strange woman stares back at me
Through the mirror in my bedroom
Teasing me for what I am.
Every time I look in the mirror
I avoid looking in the eyes staring back at me
Deafening silence then follows.
Trembling lips taste the salt
Hopelessness and loneliness
Often lurks in the darkness
Ugly dejection raises its head
Gone are the days when
Happiness was all around me
Today I often weep alone
Sharing my own secrets with myself.
Return to Main Page
