In the Mirror

Looking into the translucent glass,

I see a woman, young in appearance

But aged beyond her years

A woman who has already been through struggle after struggle

A person who has had to face the adversity of life

And experienced too many doses of reality

More than anything, I see exhaustion

Dark bags caused by loss of sleep

And heaps of grief

A woman who, at the tender age of 21,

Is already tired of dealing with it all

Gazing back at me,

I see a person who is this close

To being done