I used to be so beautiful, but now I crack the mirror. No longer can I walk out proud, might as well just collect dinner!
I used smile at passers by and they’d reciprocate. However, people tend to shy away from me of late.
I used to have dark, long, wavy, hair, reaching to my buttocks. Now its unevenly short, stands on end, and leaves me rather flummoxed.
My eyes were bright and full of life, eager to learn to love. Unfortunately, after the stress, they reflect that they’ve had enough!
Enough of trying to do good things, and living a life worth something. The sadness in my eyes right now, show that I’ve lost everything.
The age in my skin all crumpled up, my fat spreading more. My brain wants to starve me, but my tummy wants a war.
So, ever so ugly me, just tries to prod along. Humming and living to my made up melancholy song.
Stuck in my head to remind me, that I’m just some old, fat, ugly being. Smash them mirrors in your house, you won’t like what you’re seeing!