What Do You Think It Might Be? Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Doctor?
I've tried all of the remedies.
And I've done the best I could.
My three marriages have failed.
My children lack discipline.
And my neighbors always find something,
To complain about...
When I have parties past midnight.
Why is it that my life seems in total chaos?

'I brought you a gift.
And I want you to unwrap it.
Right here.'

Oh how sweet of you.
You bought me a picture.
Doctor?
You are the only one who understands.
It is rather large.
Where on Earth will I put it?

'Hopefully you will put it,
In a place that will remind you each day...
How to best resolve your problems.
Upwrap it.
I'm hoping you will immediately connect,
To the message that it reveals.'

I'm so excited I can't wait to see what it...
Is...It's a mirror? With my name on it?

'And...
I want you to stand in front of it everyday.
Especially in the mornings.'

But...
I don't get it.
What does this have to do with my life?

'Stand in front of it every morning.
And then ask that same question,
As many times as you wish.'

I'll do it but I 'doubt' if that will solve anything.

'Then we are dealing with something extremely serious.'

What do you think it might be?
My hair?
I've been thinking of getting a weave.