When I look in the mirror I see a me. If its early in the morn. I want to flee.
Hair standing on end, no make-up in sight, looks like Mr. Sandman didn't come last night.
Just slits of eyes and wrinkles deep. I see a me who needs some sleep.
So I wash my face and comb my hair, searching in my closet for something to wear.
Shower water splashing against my face, trying to meet the world with grace.
Brushing and Flossing with a squirt of mint, taking care of me is time well spent.
Me feels better and takes another peek, until insomnia hits again next week.