No matter how hard you try,
You will never be rid of the pain inside.
Your heart will rot,
Your soul truly fought
To keep your sanity here,
But all you could think of was the fear.
Then your insides began to fall apart,
And this was only the start.
After you look in the mirror to check your appearance,
That which was you will look for clearance.
Your appearance will fail.
Your face will grow pale.
No matter what you do to stop it all,
That will be your downfall.
As you try to rid yourself of grief,
You'll be failed in disbelief.
For your body will go another route,
All you can do is shout.
Your face will be written up and down with wrinkles of worry,
Because you were in such a hurry
To keep yourself looking full of youth,
You have become so uncouth.
You were apprehensive about your looks and now,
You'll probably end up looking like a cow…
Age happens so don't hide from it,
Relish in it, you won't feel like sh!t.