mirror, mirror .

do i see a woman ,
or do i see a child ?

i see a woman with the insides of a child .
or maybe i see a child yearning for the insides of a strong woman .

with every doing,
i disappoint myself.
how does one live with that?

in the moment you just do things and say things, a rush that takes control.
and when that gets diluted i'm left with me, disappointed .

everything seems to be in the past .
i'm fighting to move on .
i'm in the ring with myself .
and she's my worst enemy .

xx