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