Someone

Before,
catching a scowl
in the mirror
brought quick
correction, a gentle
fix, a beam,
a gliding smile,
for in that mirror
I saw someone
you could love.

Now
I pass the mirror
glowering,
and lower my eyes
to avoid reproach,
seething with bitter
loathing, a wretch,
a fool every inch
through,
for in that mirror
I see someone
who will never
be good to you.