Sitting...

Im sitting, sitting silent, sitting still,
To the left, A ladder standing tall,
The dust collection changes this picture,
Everything that was once new,
Seems old and torn,
My mirror reflects everything,
You can-not run nor hide,
The truth isunveiled,
As my window, alive and open,
Blowing my tangled hair,
Across my sleepy eyes,
Giving me a different view,
through every strand, to every story.