Pictures
no pictures of me have i seen
for so long
no mother hanging on my wall
i miss so much
would love to see the smiles of my little brother
and little sister everyday
'my pictures are down
empty halls
no familiar ground
i know my mother
when i see her
you look so familiar are we kin
regrets and cinfessions of sin
i never tried to be a joke
anger at laughter again
worst case scenario
the lie i'm living
makes me bleed
i've been making a game out of you
for thiteen years
subconcious routines
prove it to me when you catch me
in the rye
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