Self Portrait by Nadia Nelson
You look tired.
weary eyebrows scrunched low above
saggy eyes that need a break from
seeing for a while,
your round brown frames.
you’re not smiling,
nor should you.
not frowning, not pouty, not anything
else but tired,
droopy lips masking clenched jaw.
your bright orange hair hangs carelessly
over your slumped shoulders.
Hang on, weary soul!
you would cry if only you had the energy.
you would sleep if you weren’t so tired.
Tomorrow is a new day.
For now, you stare at yourself intently in the mirror,
right in the face.
How did I get like this?