Eyes of Glass

Eyes of Glass

I find a person I don't know
Staring back at me when I look;
This is a hard bitter woman in the reflection
Where did she come from?

There was this tender romantic slip of a girl I knew
Who saw the world kindly and with affection
To love and be loved was her only ambition
And I wonder where now she did go?

Always believed to take was not done,
Were given because you deserved,
There was a sense of greed if you demanded,
Be it your right or your love.

Betrayed I feel by all the men in this world
Used and discarded at their will
The lines on my face are far and few
And yet why do I feel like a carcass within?

I have become something I hated
Someone I have always disliked
The face in the mirror and the person in my soul
Is not me...is not the me I knew

I demand, I insist, I almost grab.
Sit there cold eyed and frozen hearted as I ask.
Where is that gracious woman who only gave
Need I demand so roughly to ease the ache?

I cry tears of pain that burn and sting
Not tears of what could or should have been
But of what has become of me, that girl.
And turned into this harsh woman seen.

I hurt and wish to destroy something
What? Myself or the world?
Myself I guess, from within.
To try and find, that softness nestled beneath.

~ Glowing Embers ~