Living Life Through Wrinkled Pictures
The moment your reality becomes imaginary,
the painted pictures you have in your mind,
turns to wrinkled pictures
that are now staring back at you.
And daily,
your constantly screaming to yourself
and fighting with the man in the mirror,
wondering what went wrong.
Well,
I actually find it quite symbolic
based upon your stubbornness,
and how you only wanted things your way
not wanting to listen to the pain you caused others.
So now guess what,
now you're only left with
wrinkled pictures,stained with tears.
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