I'm getting old
In one year it'll be official
An old maid
A cow no one wants to buy
By the sell by date
Even if reduced for quick sale
But you say I'm beautiful
Just to soften my blow
I don't cry for the lines on my forehead
But for the future
That is slapping me across my homely face
And the mistakes that I've made
That leave me not knowing what to do
Author's Notes/Comments:
My family is bringing me down about turning 29 on Tuesday. I'm not married. I'm not sure that I want to be, but my family always tells me that "Even ugly girls get married by the time they're thirty." It really hurts. They make me feel like a useless hag, but I know I'm attractive. I do have a boyfriend, but they seem to forget that. Not having a job hasn't helped any. I hate the pressure that society puts on women. I'm not saying that I believe this. It's just how they make me feel.
This feeling has passed, but I just had to get it out of me, but I suppose you guys can relate to that.
