Three in a Tree

Three in A Tree -Tyson B. Troxel I woke up this morning Went into the bathroom this morning Looked into the mirror And I don’t like what I see Before me is a shattered, battered, beaten old man of me. I went and looked Again Just to see what I see A cracked, shattered, dirty mirror How did I get this way? And I don’t like what I see I just had to peek again Just to see what I see Positive post it notes all around the edges Ribbons I’ve won, hanging off the top I’m not sure if I like what I see Where is the child in me? Sitting in his tree All smiles, no end to playtimes, no sadness he sees He was a lonely, happy, confused, goofy, mischievious little boy And he liked everything he saw What happened to my 20’s? Where is that happy go lucky young man? The bottle and the other bottle got in his way No happiness, no sadness, no ungladness, just a bottle He was too clouded to like what he saw Who is that man? Married and watching squirrels in a tree. Way too drunk, way too many headaches, Not very happy, no not happy at all He dosen’t like seeing through sober eyes I woke up this morning Looked into my mirror And this is what I see What do I see, what do I see I think I like what I see I look in MY mirror and this is what I see A man who is liked, loved, wanted, needed A young adult living his dream life and more He can do it all and more He likes what he sees I peek just once more Confusion, severe depression, Anxiety and FEAR. Panic. Lots of panic Recovering alcoholic, Migraines and sadness too Not liking what I see Three Me’s sitting in a tree Happy Me..Living my dream and so much more Ok me..Just trying to get by and learn to fly Sad me, full of pain, sadness, anger so Do We like what we see? I take one last look in my mirror I don’t know if I like what I see But, that’s ok, yes, it’s really ok I do the best I can, and I stand And I can live with what I see