It’s a struggle
a whole lot of trouble.
A constant fight
with no respite.
It’s gazing eyes
disproving your ripped levis.
It’s no room for mistakes
because of uneven stakes.
It’s blemished dreams
and muffled screams.
It’s stained dressed
and unruly tresses.
It’s beauty filters for a flawless skin
can’t be too fat, can’t be too thin
It’s a set deadline
to find a man that’s fine
because age looks good only on wine.
Perspective 