Picture Perfect

Memories of a photograph

Showing what only wants to be seen,

Painting the perfect picture 

That is you and me. 

Nothing more than what you see

Just illusionary,

Of what it is we’re trying to hide

Beyond the frame you see inside. 

On the picture you see 

Our perfections glow,

Yet in reality 

Nothing but flaws show. 

The picture is a lie

A huge misconception 

Of everything we aren’t, 

But are in your perspective. 

The one moment 

Where happiness lies,

When in truth 

We’re drowning inside. 

No one same face

Hardly any smiles,

Do you see 

The lies through the frame up high. 

For there is no such thing 

As a perfect picture,

For no matter what the frame shows 

Beyond it lies the truth of reality. 

We sit and play the part

What we know you want to see,

But beyond the frame

Who are we really?