the image in the mirror
hasn't changed.
still the same
selfish,
stubborn,
spoiled
fool
seeking approval
from
the same
selfish,
stubborn,
spoiled
world.

but look into
the eyes
of the
woman in the mirror
and she will tell you:

the people
you've chosen to value
in your life
are not treating you
the way you
deserve.
but you value them
anyway.
you care for them still.
you think about them still.
you love them still.

how naive could you get?
how much longer will you
cling to silent memories?
when will you ever learn?

and the woman in the mirror,
in solemn anger,
and with tears
falling down her cheeks,
vanishes into oblivion.

so now i stand
in front of the mirror
but nobody's there
to stare back at me.