Regret

I strut into the room
The mirror fears my presence
I look into it
I see eternal beauty
My eyes filled with spitefulness
My hands feel weak but steady
The mirror stares, ashamed of its owner.

I think back to the good times
When I wasn’t full of hatred.
I would sing, laugh
Sit and chat with friends
Now I feel ashamed.

I wipe my tears onto my gown.
The mirror suddenly perishes
I refresh myself
Deep inside,
I am filled with so much...
Regret.