With a deep sigh I stare into the mirror.
How did I get here?  
Things used to go so well.
It never used to be like this.
I never used to be like this.
Things used to be different.
Should I blame myself?
Or others?
How do I get out?
What should I do?
Answers?  None.
But there it is, staring right back at me.
Has it always been there?
It’s a realization that I have spent most of my life trying to ignore.
It’s a realization that I have spent most of my life trying to cover up.
It’s a realization that I really don’t want to believe.
Yet there it is, staring me in the face.
I have problems.