I was once a star that radiated my own light brighter than the many bulbs around my mirror and in my reviews they called me "incandescent" the heat of my acting enthusing the beauty fans saw. But now I ask for the lights to be dimmed low and when I look at my reflection I sigh forlorn youth has long gone leaving lines and shadows they're casting younger and prettier so I am torn. You see I still command a presence by my talent but the roles are harder to get despite my name and my agent has taken to making his excuses I'm working twice as hard now for half the fame. And I know I look good for a woman half my age but I'm competing in truth against girls a third I don't want to be pitied or cast in the sidelines darling I'm a star! - haven't you even heard? The hair is coloured and the makeup is concealing all the cracks in my armour that make my career I'm depending on my gift as an exceptional actor the glow I cast is more muted when once it was clear. We can all fight against Time and rage at unfairness I had my day and I made the most of the game but it cuts me deep when I hear the producers saying "sorry my dear it's time to change lane." Oh wretched self with your flawless loose skin how you were judged on your looks all the way so much so that you started to believe them and now you are doubting talent fading as they say. Still the same deep eyes seeing but with less vision the future is murky and the recognition has died I once fed on adulation and the worship of thousands I'm a clown in a mirror, tracks of truth where I've cried.