Jealously

I look at the young women cutting my hair, through the large mirror,

Round face,

Cute pimples,

Red lipstick perfectly on her lips,

She laughs,

You can see the happiness in her eyes,

It shines through,

I feel a hint of jealously,

Then I hate myself for feeling like that,

This perfect happy women,

Happiness would be the dream.

All I want.

 

 

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