What’s wrong with this picture
When did my hands start to age
Who have I become
The years have passed me by
Where is my youth
My eyes look tired
Why is the past out of reach
Yesterday shrouded in fog
Will I ever learn the answers
Know who I am supposed to be
If I look below the surface
I just might find me
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Written for Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge Below
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Leigha Robbins 
I really like how you used our Below Challenge. And I can relate to your questions.
Thank you very much for taking part.
We are always here, lurking inside! The outer appearance is just a camouflage.
I like the way you worded that… just a camouflage. A great way to look at it!
Thanks 😊
I wonder about my hands too. Why do they look that old?
I think I notice the aging process more on my hands than my face actually… not the scenario I would have expected.
a very deep write. Your writing has a subtle edge to it. You really have to put your mind to the words and feel them. Well written. Loved this.
Beautiful poem! And it’s true! Nothing is parmanent in life with time everything vanished 👏