In this mirror

As I look into this mirror,
what is it that i see,
But an empty shell of once was,
looking back at me...

Not the fair haired beauty,
of days so long ago,
but a woman in distress,
whom which I do not know.

Bring back the long red tresses,
that fell upon my breast,
take back the lines, that now frame my eyes,
and these glasses I attest!!!

I want my old figure back,
I don't look good in all this weight!
Give me back my youth I beg,
before it's way too late...

I still see myself inside my sea green eyes,
I am deeply hidden though,
please bring me back,
the girl of years ago.