PHOTOGRAPHS

if pictures said the truth
we would all be liars
cause I've got a picture
of me looking at myself
in the mirror months after
it happened and
I smile at the girl
in mirror wearing
a pink and green dress
it's my birthday and you
didn't show up
and the me now
doesn't like herself
I'm pyscho
and a selfharmer
and I'm already an expert
at the fake smile.
Back to the point I'm
trying to make,
I was taught to respect
others and I've tried
but I've never respected myself,
gave myself a few lessons
without having a good father
to wear off the bad boys
and not a good state of mind
to love my self.
I'm still surprised at the
amount of stories I haven't
told.
photographs fill blank spaces with
the memories on walls
and I'm not up there yet
cause I'm waiting for a picture
that really speaks the truth and
not the fake smile I gave
myself at five years old
hopefully I find it..