What I've become

Ever stand in front of a mirror and frown, Stand there,staring at your own reflection, wondering who is this stranger in my house? Were you can feel that the cute angel soul resemblance has vanished, And you wonder if you called the devil and he finally come and found you, In those few seconds you begin to wonder what you have you become, So young yet feeling so old like a mule ready to sold, Not to the old farmer but to the glue factory, As you have reached the end of your story. Then a few more moments pass and you try to turn away, Because the sight of your own self is in disarray, That once bright smile, That could open the river gates of the Nile, Now seems so jealous and vile. That once glimmer of hope in your eyes, That shown bright at night like fireflies, Now gone and and smothered, And you wonder how it left with you so unbothered, Unbothered that your hopes and dreams are fading away, during night and day, With them wishing that the could stay. You finally a throw a splash of water in your face, And there again the man in the mirror stares at you in utter disgrace, And utters a few words "are you sick and tired, Of being who you are?Or are you content just like when you were fired, Fired from a job that you hated, Because they thought that you were outdated. Again you throw another splash and this time the man in the mirror is back to just being your reflection and you go to bed, Thinking of how it is sad, So sad that even your ghosts now start haunting you during the day, Because the know that at night you will be too tired to run away, But at night you are all alone again, Not even your earthly nightmares dare keep you company, For even they, have gone to look for somebody. So you just sleeping on your bed and looking at the ceiling, Thinking of kneeling , to ask God to return the feeling, So that your body can finally start healing, But you know that it's all in vain, As you feel yourself slowly go insane, So you try to pray for good health and guidance, But the only answer you will ever get is silence. And there again you find yourself alone, Tears flowing down your cheeks, Telling yourself that this really stinks, But alas what can you do, But cry yourself a river, A river that flows to the ocean of Deeper Sorrow, Where there is no future or even a tomorrow, After the realisation of what you have truly done , You can now accept what you've become...