What I Have Become
I do not like
The face I see,
I can't believe it,
How can it be?
What have
I become?
I'm harsh,
I'm dumb.
How could
This unfold?
Only God could
Have foretold.
I do not like the
Image in the mirror,
What I have become
Is getting clearer.
Copyright © Zelda Cane | Year Posted 2011
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