the sweet old lady

as I wipe my salty tears away I look in the mirror I don't see the same person I did before as I dall into a sea of emotion "I never know how to fix anything. I'm worthless, " I tell myself but the sweet old lady across the street I visit her sometimes I wish I still could she was an inspiration always happy she used to tell me "Don't cover the pain, dear it's what makes you so resistant" those word never left me