Trapped

"Oh hi there beautiful!" Says me to the mirror.
"You look as perfect as always"

Everyone says so.
Everyday.

"Do you even aging?"
Believe me, I've been asking the same thing.

"How do your life seems like on the loop?"
Trust me, that could be the case.

There are no points on going backwards.
Or I might say, forwards.
With my life.

Then everyday, at the end of the day,
I look into the mirror again and said,
"By the end of the day, you still look perfect"
I smiled, but the reflection.
It screamed.

I'm trapped.