Always tired.

My brain is still sleepy from the 40 winks.
Two days in a row now,
I have catnapped mid/late afternoon.
I think it is my mind that needs the catnaps.
My mind is tiring my body.

Standing in front of the large, lit, mirror,
That walls the bathroom.
I do not like my image.
I see all the things,
I wish were not there.

Comparing it to the drawing,
The etching of the female sculpture,
I could suppose that I,
Could, in some ways,
Come across more 'favourably'.

In some ways.
On good days.
But then I reason,
That this is real life,
Where not everything is 'beautiful'.

Oh, how we see,
Judge, what we see,
And make ourselves tired.
Always judging.
Always tired.