I sit and stare at the image I see
and I can't believe this image is me.
Through the years how I've changed
and I only have life to blame.
Although life is what we make it to be
It's also what we can for see.
I see pain and sorrow,
Not just today but tomorrow.
I see myself turning bitter
and that thought makes me quiver.
Quiver with fear that the image I see
I now know It's really me.