Beautiful Worlds

I looked into the mirror and it's not me I see; an older woman looks back at me. I don't know where she came from and I don't know why she's there. I can’t see myself in the mirror anywhere. You see, this lady looks so sad. It makes me feel so bad. She looks like she is searching for the beauty she once had, her skin is not so perky and her hair has turned to gray. What happened to the young girl she knew just yesterday?

Her eyes well up with tears and some fall on her cheek. It’s then I feel so sad inside and my knees start weakening. But soon, I realize that the woman in the mirror keeps looking back at me. She’s not a total stranger you see. In reality, she is Me.