Wasted Youth
She glanced in the mirror at her reflection.
What she saw there was far from perfection.
She looked at the nose she considered too long,
She looked at the lips that appeared all wrong.
Her eyes were too tiny, her lashes too thin.
Her cheekbones too high and too rounded her chin.
She hated her forehead, her skin type, her hair.
She hated her looks and thought life unfair.
Then days turned to months
and months became years.
Girl turned to woman with new worries and fears.
The woman grew older as time wandered by,
Her face became wrinkled, her hands became dry.
Now an old withered photo she's holding,
She looks at the face that before her is unfolding.
She stares at the pretty brown eyes full of light.
She wishes it back with all of her might.
She looks at the radiant smile she hated.
Looks at the glow of skin that's now faded.
Beautiful color-rich hair she once had
That's now turned to silver and makes her so sad.
She put her head down and started to cry,
With beauty like that how could life pass her by?
