By Nadha Minna
Pictures on my walls,
I make them feel alive.
They smile, and they cry.
What a show for sour eyes!
Mocking with words
might hurt a little less.
Life in those pictures,
Drain the life out of mine.
The pictures tell stories,
They don't bother listening.
They glorify this life,
What a miserable little lie!
When I'm on my low,
They hang up so high.
They know more than I do,
Feels more than I do.
They have all I wish for.
Pictures with families,
Kids running wild.
Picnics in summer.
Night drives in winter.
The darkness doesn't scare them.
The light doesn't blind them.
They're people in squares,
But I'm the one that's trapped.
Pinned by a nail,
I hang by a thread.
My frames have no pictures,
My beauty has no muse.
They're pictures on my walls,
they've lived more than I have.