A Lost Picture (Sonnet)

I lost a picture from a squarish frame; It seems like it wanted to go away. Now my life is not anymore the same. They all have had the right to disobey. Sometimes tears come from my eyes to my cheeks: I realize it until someone hears me. I just want to scream from the mountain’s peaks; Though am afraid that I might get a fee. In my life, I wanted a turning point- I might not have seen it in my lifetime. I just wanted my picture to be join’t, Not become a lazy, unwanted mime. But I can take a better picture, now And fit it in the squarish frame, somehow.