I face myself in the mirror <br />Trying to escape the horror <br />That caused my hair to be grey <br />Was it the sorrows of every night and every day? <br />Or the burden of things I couldn’t say <br /> <br />I face myself in the mirror <br />Trying to escape the horror <br />That caused, in my eyes, that hidden tear <br />Was it the unachieved goals hunted by fear <br />Or the secrets I was left to seal <br /> <br />I face myself in the mirror <br />Trying to escape the horror <br />That left me with ruins of a smile <br />And prevented me from climbing any higher <br /> <br />I face myself in the mirror <br />Trying to escape the horror <br />Of the ghost I see <br />Empty <br />Not willing to breath anymore <br />There’s nothing to live for<br /><br />Whispering Rose<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/once-young-now-old/
